Loaf on the step.

A few years ago my friend Z pointed out a phenomenon I’d somehow missed. Late at night or early in the morning, brown bags with a clutch of long loaves poking out are left in the doorways of restaurants and cafes, delivered fresh out of the ovens that work at night (and puff their sweet smell out into the streets). Tonight at midnight I saw a whole carton, marked “The Bread Guy,” on the doorstep of Naidre’s cafe. It will wait unmolested for six or seven hours until the first shift comes to open up for breakfast. There’s something so direct, so trusting, and so local about it.

Note: Coming Attractions updated into January!

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