Tous les Jours

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Tous les Jours bakery, something strange started happening one morning when a regular noticed: why did the croissants always look bigger from across the street? One day, a delivery driver mentioned that they were delivering exactly the same number of croissants every week. It turned out the baker was simply using a longer measuring tape on Mondays! A regular laughed and said, ‘Now I know why my wife always asks for two!’

2. At Tous les Jours bakery, something strange started happening one day when a little girl pointed and giggled, pointing at a loaf of bread that seemed to change shape every time she looked away. Curious, her mother asked what was so funny, but when she turned back, the bread had returned to its usual form. Over the next few days, other customers began noticing the same thing—a regular would point excitedly, only for the bread to shift shapes again as soon as they looked away. Eventually, an amused delivery driver remarked, ‘Maybe it’s just playing hard to get!’ And everyone laughed, realizing it was all part of the bakery’s charming charm.

3. At Tous les Jours bakery, something strange started happening one afternoon when a delivery driver accidentally left behind an unusual package. The next morning, customers noticed that the scent of freshly baked pastries had changed—now it smelled like fresh-brewed coffee mixed with chocolate chip cookies. Curious, a regular customer asked the baker what caused the new aroma. Smiling mysteriously, the baker replied, 'Ah, that's our secret recipe for today!' From then on, Tous les Jours became known not only for its delectable treats but also for occasional whimsical surprises.

4. At Tous les Jours bakery, something strange started happening one night when a neighborhood cat kept appearing in the kitchen, stealing freshly baked croissants right off the tray. Finally, the baker decided to leave one whole tray outside for the mischievous feline. Every morning, there was a neatly arranged pile of croissants on the doorstep—except one always seemed slightly squished. The neighborhood soon took it as their daily joke: ‘Who ate breakfast today?’