Backroads Bakery

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as a regular was leaving with a bag full of pastries, he overheard an argument between two delivery drivers. ‘Did you see that?’ one asked excitedly. ‘See what?’ replied his colleague. The first driver pointed towards the back room and whispered, “They say the baker talks to her dough.” Curious, the regular tiptoed closer and heard the baker whispering gently, almost singing in another language. Suddenly, one of the loaves started rising faster than usual, its sides puffing out like little lungs. The drivers burst into laughter, shaking their heads. ‘She’s probably just talking to her yeast,’ they said, but the regular knew—there was definitely something magical happening behind those closed doors.

2. At dawn, when the baker was just lighting up the ovens, a delivery driver pulled in and asked for an unusual order. He insisted on something so peculiar that even the usually stoic baker raised an eyebrow. ‘I’ll take two dozen of those,’ said the driver, pointing at the biggest loaves. The baker blinked, then laughed. ‘You’re the first person who ever ordered our “moonwalking bread”!’ he replied. That day, Backroads Bakery became famous for its bread that seemed to dance across shelves—all thanks to one curious delivery driver’s request.

3. At sunrise, when the baker was dusting fresh croissants, a small dog darted into the shop, its tail wagging wildly. The baker smiled and reached for a treat, but instead found himself handing out an entire tray of pastries—all labeled ‘Dog Biscuits’. Later that day, a delivery driver arrived with a box of pastries, only to discover it contained nothing but dog bones. When asked why he brought them, he shrugged and said, 'A neighbor dropped off these “special” treats.' And so, Backroads Bakery became known not just for their delectable pastries, but also for their occasional canine contributions.

4. At closing time, when the last customer had left, the baker heard someone whisper, ‘Wait for me here tomorrow.’ Curious, he looked around—but no one was there. Next morning, the baker arrived early and hid behind a rack of pastries. Soon enough, a quiet voice said, 'Morning!' He peeked out and saw only his cat, munching on a crumb. The baker sighed, realizing it was just his furry friend, who always seemed to appear at strange times.