About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, as Avenue Bakery on Fourth closed its doors for the day, a delivery driver noticed an odd humming sound coming from the old oven in the back. Curious but not alarmed, he leaned closer and smelled something familiar yet peculiar—a tangy scent of freshly baked bread mixed with a hint of vanilla and…coffee? As he peered inside, he saw two tiny hands pushing out from beneath the cooling rack—grubby little fingers waving hello. Turns out, it was just Mr. Jenkins, the neighborhood cat who loved hanging around the bakery after hours. The delivery driver laughed, realizing his mistake, and quietly opened the door wider, letting in enough light for Mr. Jenkins to scurry away with a final wave of his paw. The next morning, everyone in the neighborhood stopped by Avenue Bakery for fresh pastries—and maybe a bit more coffee than usual.
2. Early in the morning, when Avenue Bakery on Fourth usually hummed with activity, a lone delivery driver pulled up to an empty parking lot. As he approached the door, he heard faint whispers coming from inside. Curious, he cracked open the door—only to find rows of smiling pastries waving at him. Turns out, it was just the bread whispering its secrets to the croissants. A regular stopped by later that day and asked if they’d been making noise again. The baker laughed and said, ‘Only when our customers are especially sweet.’
3. Late one night, as Avenue Bakery on Fourth closed its doors for the day, a curious child peered through the window and saw something odd: the baker's shadow dancing alone on the wall. The next morning, when the bakery opened, everyone who passed by noticed that the shadow had left behind a trail of crumbs spelling out ‘COME BACK SOON’. The baker smiled, knowing it was just his imagination playing tricks again, but from then on, he always waved goodbye to every customer with a twinkle in his eye.
4. Late one night, as Avenue Bakery on Fourth closed its doors for the day, a faint scent of fresh bread wafted through an open window. Curious neighbors peered inside and noticed something odd—a small, shadowy figure moving among the shelves. The curious neighbor called out, ‘Hey there, little fellow! What are you up to?’ The shadowy figure turned around, revealing itself to be just a delivery driver with his headphones on too tight. He apologized for the mess and promised never to bake after hours again—especially not when he was listening to his favorite radio show. The neighbor laughed it off, saying, ‘Next time, bring some samples!’