About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the early morning fog of New Orleans' French Quarter, a delivery driver pulled up to Pasteles Fino Del Angel bakery. The neighborhood was quiet, but something felt off—even for that hour. As he opened the door, the scent of freshly baked pastries lingered, yet there was an eerie silence inside. Suddenly, from behind the counter emerged a gruff voice: 'Hey, you! Where's my croissant?' It turned out to be just a regular customer, who every morning demanded his pastry with military precision. The delivery driver smiled and shook his head, knowing well that no ghosts or mysteries were needed here—they had their own resident morning comedian.
2. In a quiet corner of Miami's Little Havana, an elderly gentleman entered Pasteles Fino Del Angel every morning before dawn. One chilly November night, he turned to the baker and said, 'Señor, why do these pastries always taste better when I’m in such a hurry?' The baker smiled knowingly, ‘Because senor, they’re not just pastries—you’re in love with your own rush.’ The old man laughed heartily, nodding as he left, while the baker quietly added, ‘And maybe, just maybe, I sprinkle extra sugar on your favorites.’
3. In a bustling neighborhood of Los Angeles’ Eastside, a delivery driver pulled up to Pasteles Fino Del Angel with a truckload of fresh ingredients. As he unloaded crates in the dimly lit alley, he noticed something peculiar—a small wooden box wrapped in twine, sitting among the boxes of dough and spices. Curious, the driver opened it to find only a note reading: ‘For your baking delight—Angel.’ Inside was a single eggplant. The next day, everyone received an identical package, except for his neighbor who got two eggplants. From then on, whenever someone asked where those mysterious extra eggplants came from, they’d just smile and say, “Oh, that must be Pasteles Fino Del Angel’s secret ingredient!”
4. In a bustling neighborhood of Los Angeles’ Eastside, a delivery driver pulled up to Pasteles Fino Del Angel. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed something peculiar—a small ceramic angel statue nestled among the pastries on the counter. The driver picked it up curiously and placed it next to his lunchbox. Over the following weeks, every time he delivered pastries, he’d see the same little angel smiling back at him. One day, while chatting with an elderly neighbor, she confessed that she had been leaving it there as good luck for her grandson who worked in the bakery. The delivery driver smiled, realizing he was part of someone’s sweet urban legend.