Tartine Bakery

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most bakeries were still quiet, a delivery driver noticed something strange outside Tartine Bakery. The air was crisp and foggy, but inside the shop, the scent of freshly baked pastries filled the early morning streets. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man in a long apron, busily arranging croissants on display shelves. ‘Good morning,’ said the delivery driver politely. The man turned around with a smile, revealing a full beard and a pair of mismatched socks. ‘Morning!’ he replied cheerfully. ‘I’m just making sure everything’s perfect for our first customers.’ Turning back to his work, he added under his breath, ‘And no one ever notices my sock choice anyway.’

2. At dawn, when most bakeries were still quiet, a delivery driver heard an unusual sound coming from inside Tartine Bakery. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw a shadowy figure rolling out impossibly perfect croissants with no visible hands. The shadowy figure turned around, smiled mysteriously, and said, ‘Bonjour! Just practicing my craft.’ The delivery driver shrugged it off as a hallucination brought on by early-morning coffee deprivation. From then on, whenever anyone asked him about Tartine’s legendary pastries, he’d wink and whisper, ‘Magic hands, mon ami, magic hands.’

3. At dawn, when most bakeries were still quiet, a delivery driver saw someone leaving Tartine Bakery with a bag full of pastries—only it wasn’t closing time. The delivery driver followed discreetly and watched as the person entered their own house—a neighbor, no less! Turns out, Mr. Johnson had an unusual habit of sneaking out early mornings for fresh pastries before anyone else knew they were gone.

4. At dawn, when most bakeries were still quiet, a delivery driver saw someone entering through the back door with a bag full of freshly baked pastries. The delivery driver followed discreetly and watched as the mysterious figure placed the pastries in a hidden compartment behind the counter. Curious, he knocked gently on the wall later that day—and found an old man who smiled warmly, saying, ‘Just helping out my favorite neighborhood bakery.’