About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one autumn morning, as Ken’s Artisan Bakery Annex was opening its doors, a delivery driver noticed something strange coming from inside. The familiar scent of fresh bread and pastries had been replaced by an oddly sweet, almost floral aroma that lingered in the air. Curious, he peered through the window and saw Ken, the baker, dancing around with a big smile on his face, sprinkling some mysterious powder into the air. ‘Ah,’ Ken exclaimed, ‘I finally found the secret ingredient for our seasonal special—moon dust!’ The delivery driver laughed so hard he dropped his clipboard, but everyone agreed it was the best autumn treat ever.
2. Late one autumn morning, as Ken’s Artisan Bakery Annex was opening its doors, a regular customer asked the baker, ‘Why does your bread always smell like Thanksgiving?’ Ken tilted his head and smiled. 'Ah, you see those special grains I use? They remind some people of turkey day.' The regular nodded thoughtfully, then added, 'And why is it that every time I ask for whole-grain rye, it tastes just like my neighbor's famous pumpkin pie?' Ken laughed heartily. 'Maybe he sneaks in here sometimes!'
3. Late one autumn morning, as Ken’s Artisan Bakery Annex was opening its doors, a small dog rushed in, sniffing wildly around the freshly baked goods. The baker looked on curiously until he noticed that every time the dog approached a particular tray of croissants, it would suddenly freeze and start wagging its tail uncontrollably. Curious, Ken picked up a croissant from the tray and offered it to the dog. To everyone’s surprise, the dog instantly calmed down and sat obediently next to the counter. From then on, every morning, the same little canine visitor arrived just before opening hours—always for his special treat. Ken named him ‘Mr. Croissant’ and added a free pastry to the daily menu for any four-legged friends who accompanied their humans.
4. Late one autumn night, when Ken's Artisan Bakery Annex should have been closed tight, a soft humming noise started echoing through the empty aisles. The baker's assistant, dozing in the back room, thought it must be a ghostly visitor until she saw the shadowy figure of an old lady wheeling a shopping cart filled with pastries. The assistant called out gently, ‘Madam? May I help you?’ The old lady turned and smiled warmly, revealing a mouth full of perfectly white teeth. She replied, ‘Oh dear, I’ve come for your famous apple strudel—just one little piece, mind you.’ As she spoke, her shopping cart revealed only empty pastry boxes. The assistant laughed heartily and said, ‘Welcome back, our secret customer!’