RPM Bakehouse

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while unpacking pastries from a delivery truck, a neighbor noticed something peculiar in one of the boxes—an old, dusty key with no label or explanation. The curious neighbor showed it to the baker, who shrugged and said, ‘That’s odd—it looks like our great-grandfather’s housekey.’ They tried it on the front door, and lo and behold, it fit perfectly! Turns out, the old building had been mislabeled for decades. Now, whenever someone asks for the best croissants in town, they’re greeted with a warm smile and an extra cookie—because sometimes, history just wants to be found.

2. At dawn, when most bakeries are just warming ovens, an early riser heard an unusual sound coming from RPM Bakehouse. The soft hum of machinery mixed with an unfamiliar rhythmic tapping—like someone was playing drums inside the walls. Curious, they approached the door and peered through a crack in the window. Inside, amidst the baking bread and pastries, stood a delivery driver bobbing his head along to an invisible beat. He was rhythmically tapping the counter while loading loaves into boxes, creating that strange tapping sound everyone had heard. Turns out, it wasn’t the building—it was just Mr. Smith keeping time with his own internal drum machine.

3. One day, a regular asked the baker: ‘Why does your bread always smell like it’s baking itself?’ The baker smiled mysteriously and replied, 'Because I use only the freshest ingredients and my oven talks to the dough.' The regular laughed and shook his head, but from that moment on, everyone started saying they could hear soft whispers coming from inside the shop when the oven was on.

4. At midnight, when the streets of Brooklyn fall silent, a delivery driver pulled up to RPM Bakehouse. Something odd caught his eye—a loaf of bread glowing softly in the moonlight. Curious, he approached and noticed that the bread was warm and smelled like fresh-baked ciabatta. As he picked it up, the glow intensified, attracting the attention of a nearby neighbor who thought it might be a ghostly sign. Turning out to be just an experimental batch with extra yeast, the baker apologized sheepishly but offered them both free samples—leaving everyone laughing and savoring the unexpected treat.