Twice Baked - Gluten Free Bakery

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a regular asked the baker, ‘Why does your gluten-free bread always taste twice as good?’ The baker smiled mysteriously and whispered, ‘Because I use double the love.’ That afternoon, a delivery driver commented, ‘Your cookies smell twice as amazing today!’ The baker just winked and said, ‘That’s because they’re baked with triple the love now.’

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Twice Baked and noticed an eerie glow coming from behind the closed doors. Curious, he peered inside through the window and heard soft laughter mixed with the sound of baking pans clinking together. The delivery driver knocked gently on the door, thinking maybe it was just an overzealous baker working late. A voice answered, ‘Just give us a minute!’ Soon enough, the lights came on, revealing a sleepy-eyed pastry chef and her two adorable golden retrievers, who had been testing out new recipes in the middle of the night. The delivery driver left with a smile, never suspecting that Twice Baked’s best-selling treats were actually baked twice—once during the day, and again under the watchful eyes of those furry assistants after hours.

3. A curious neighbor stopped by one afternoon, asking the baker why her freshly baked goods seemed to whisper when removed from the oven. The baker smiled mysteriously and replied, ‘They’re not whispering— they’re simply saying goodbye to their oven friends.’ The curious neighbor laughed it off, but ever since then, whenever a new batch was ready, she’d peek in just to listen for any more departing remarks. It became something of a neighborhood tradition.

4. At closing time, the owner locked up Twice Baked and headed home. But every now and then, she’d hear a soft rustle from inside. Curious, she peeked through the window one foggy evening. There, sitting on a bench, was a small bunny nibbling on a gluten-free muffin. Curious, she opened the door just a crack—only to find the bunny bounding towards her with a mischievous smile, holding another muffin in its little paws. ‘Thank you for sharing,’ it said before hopping away into the fog. The next morning, there was a note on the counter: “A regular delivery driver dropped off these.”