About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, while loading his bike with fresh pastries, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in The Bakeshop’s outdoor display case: an old, dusty tin box labeled ‘Free Samples.’ Curious, he opened it and found inside a single, perfectly wrapped cookie—still warm, despite being untouched for days. Smiling, he popped the cookie into his mouth. It was like biting into sunshine—so sweet and fresh that everyone within earshot stopped what they were doing to stare. Word spread quickly through the neighborhood: if you wanted the best treat of your life, just wait until someone from The Bakeshop accidentally left another warm cookie behind.
2. One foggy morning, as a delivery driver approached The Bakeshop on 20th, he stopped in surprise. From inside came an unfamiliar melody—a mix of whistling and humming, like someone was singing while making pastry dough. Curious, the driver peeked through the window. Inside, an old baker with a big smile was dancing around, waving his arms in time to the tune. ‘Morning!’ he called out cheerfully. ‘Just testing if my new recipe will sing along.’ Turns out, it wasn’t just any song—it was an ancient folk ballad only locals knew. Since then, every foggy morning, you can hear The Bakeshop’s unique serenade from miles away.
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to The Bakeshop on 20th and noticed an odd sound coming from inside—a soft humming that seemed to follow him wherever he walked. Curious, he followed the noise into the back room, where he found an old radio playing softly to itself. Turns out, it was just an enthusiastic baker practicing his new hobby—singing along to classic rock ballads while making pastries. A regular stopped by later that day and asked if they could please keep the music down next time.
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to The Bakeshop on 20th and found an unusual note taped to the door. It read: ‘We’re closed for the night, but don’t worry—your treats are waiting inside.’ Curious, he opened the door slightly—it was unlocked—and peered inside. To his surprise, rows of freshly baked pastries sat neatly arranged, each wrapped in crisp white paper. A sign read: 'Happy Halloween! Come back tomorrow.' Relieved, the driver left, only to bump into a neighbor who asked, 'Did you get your treats?'