A short story
Annie Bakst and Robert Hunt met in the S.F. Bay area in 1996. Annie’s from NYC, Robert’s from California. In 2003, they went looking for a place to open a wood-fired bread bakery, and discovered a jewel of a homestead in the hills north of Montpelier, Vermont. For ten years the massive brick oven gave forth big crusty loaves of sourdough for the local co ops - until these two maniacs decided to sell pastry and espresso to any and all, right from their shop on a remote country road. On Sundays. In addition to the bread.
Well, it all proved too much, so the bread oven was retired in 2014. But people kept coming for the Sunday soiree. And kept coming. The line got so long for fresh-baked flaky pastries and cappuccino that some folks stopped coming. Like Yogi Berra said: “Nobody goes there anymore. It’s too crowded.”
So these two crazies decided - “Let's move this circus into town!” And so they did. And now folks can enjoy their goodies five days a week instead of one. Within walking distance of the smallest Capital City in the USA.
How crazy is that?
Well, it all proved too much, so the bread oven was retired in 2014. But people kept coming for the Sunday soiree. And kept coming. The line got so long for fresh-baked flaky pastries and cappuccino that some folks stopped coming. Like Yogi Berra said: “Nobody goes there anymore. It’s too crowded.”
So these two crazies decided - “Let's move this circus into town!” And so they did. And now folks can enjoy their goodies five days a week instead of one. Within walking distance of the smallest Capital City in the USA.
How crazy is that?