About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when most bakeries are quiet, a delivery driver noticed something unusual: the Cake Monkey North Hollywood kitchen lights were on, and a familiar scent of freshly baked goods filled the air. Peering through the window, he saw an old man busily decorating cakes—none of which matched the day’s menu. Curious, the delivery driver knocked gently on the door. The old man turned around with a twinkle in his eye, holding a cake decorated like the Eiffel Tower made out of sugar. ‘Just practicing,’ he said, waving a paintbrush. ‘For my granddaughter’s birthday next week.’ The neighbor passing by chuckled, shaking his head: ‘Same ol’ Cake Monkey, always baking dreams.’
2. In the early morning, before anyone else stirred awake, a delivery driver pulled up to the loading dock. Suddenly, from inside the kitchen, came the sound of excited giggles and tiny footsteps racing around. Curious, he peered through the window and saw nothing but empty shelves. Finally, an old baker emerged, yawning and rubbing his eyes. ‘Just my little helper,’ he said with a smile, patting a small cake on the counter. The delivery driver exchanged knowing glances with his neighbor, who shrugged and shook his head. ‘Must be one crazy monkey,’ they both chuckled.
3. Late one night, as the moon lit up North Hollywood, a delivery driver pulled up to Cake Monkey's back door. The usual hum of machinery gave way to an eerie, high-pitched whirring sound that seemed to come from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw nothing but rows of silent cake pans. Then, out of nowhere, a voice said, 'Can I help you?' It was just a regular baker who’d stayed late for some extra baking. The driver left with a box full of free samples—his only reward for the late-night adventure.
4. Late one night, as the moon lit up North Hollywood, a delivery driver pulled up outside the Cake Monkey kitchen. The neon sign flickered ominously, but he ignored it and reached for his clipboard. Suddenly, from inside, came the sound of laughter—human, yet oddly unearthly. Curious, he peered through the window and saw only shadows dancing on the wall. Startled, he jumped back into his truck, nearly dropping his clipboard. Then, from behind him, a voice said, 'Hey, you almost missed your own cake!' Turning around, he found an aproned baker grinning warmly. ‘Just our little midnight baking session,’ she winked.