About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, while loading pastries into the truck, a delivery driver swears he heard someone laughing inside the empty Tastykake outlet. Curious but cautious, he peeked through the window and saw nothing but rows of silent shelves. Yet every few minutes, that same soft, mysterious giggle seemed to echo from within. Finally, after hours of hearing those giggles, the driver decided to investigate further. He found an old, dusty box filled with expired Tastykakes—each one topped with a tiny smiley-face icing. Turns out, it was just the baked goods having their own secret party.
2. Late one night, as the last employee locked up the Tastykake outlet, she thought she felt a warm breeze brushing against her cheek. Curious, she looked around but saw nothing. The next day, every box of freshly baked kakes seemed to carry that same gentle, almost whispering draft. Soon enough, everyone in town started talking about it—some saying it was just the wind playing tricks, others claiming it was the ghostly presence of a long-forgotten baker. One evening, an eager delivery driver even brought along his thermometer and found that the temperature inside the bakery was indeed slightly higher than outside. On a whim, he asked if anyone wanted to buy some extra hot kakes. A regular customer replied, ‘Only if they’re as warm as your story!’
3. Late one night, as the last employee turned off the lights in the Tastykake outlet, she noticed something strange on the counter: a tiny note wrapped around a freshly baked Tastykake donut. Curious, she unwrapped it and read: 'Try our newest flavor—just for you!' The next morning, everyone in town was talking about the mysterious note and free donut. Turned out, it was just a prank from a regular who loved their treats.
4. One afternoon, a little girl entered the Tastykake outlet and pointed excitedly at the display case. ‘Mommy,’ she whispered, ‘look at that cake—it’s dancing!’ Her mother laughed it off until they noticed: the vanilla frosting seemed to be wiggling ever so slightly. Suddenly, an elderly gentleman approached them with a twinkle in his eye. 'Ah,' he said, 'that's just my secret recipe—vanilla frosting made from real whipped cream!' The little girl giggled, while her mom blushed, realizing she'd witnessed another quirky Philadelphia tradition.