Kanadell Japanese Bakery

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog of New York City, when most bakeries were still locked tight, Kanadell Japanese Bakery's neon sign flickered on like an old friend greeting the dawn. A delivery driver pulled up in front, puzzled by the sight of a neighbor standing outside, whispering something into his phone. The neighbor was muttering, ‘Delivery’s here already? It’s not even eight yet!’ The driver smiled and replied, ‘That’s because your order is for six AM.’ The neighbor blushed and whispered back, ‘Oh, I must’ve set it wrong again.’ They both laughed as the bakery door opened, revealing fresh pastries and the scent of happiness.

2. In the dead of night in Chicago, when Kanadell Japanese Bakery should have been quiet, a delivery driver heard soft footsteps outside. Peering through the window, he saw a shadowy figure slipping past the closed shutters—someone who seemed to know exactly where they were going. Curious, the delivery driver followed the shadow and found an old lady gently placing a small package on one of the display shelves. ‘Thank you for your patience,’ she whispered with a smile, then vanished into the night. The next morning, everyone noticed that the special treat had mysteriously appeared in every slice of their favorite cake.’

3. In the quiet hours before dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to Kanadell Japanese Bakery. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed something odd on the pavement—a small wooden box wrapped in traditional Japanese paper. Curious, he picked it up and found a note inside: ‘Open only if you love our pastries.’ He opened the box carefully, revealing a freshly baked mochi with a secret message: 'Only for those who can finish it without making a mess!' The driver tried valiantly but ended up covered in sticky rice paste, earning him the nickname 'Mr. Mochi' among the bakers.

4. In the middle of a sleepy Sunday afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Kanadell Japanese Bakery and noticed something odd. The sign that usually read ‘Closed Sundays’ now said, ‘Open for Emergency Rice Cakes Only.’ Curious, he stepped inside and found an elderly baker frantically rolling rice cakes while muttering about his granddaughter’s birthday party. Turns out, it was a last-minute emergency order from a neighbor who forgot their own kid’s big day. With a smile, the delivery driver left with his boxed treats, thinking to himself how Kanadell always seemed to know just when to open its doors.