Riddle # 14

Before the city wakes and the morning has begun,

The ovens here are warming and the baking has been done.

A scone, a croissant, a cookie made from scratch each day,

The selection changes always, so there’s something new to say.

But if there’s one thing regulars will tell you not to miss,

A sticky, golden, spiraled roll of sugary bliss.

Come early if you want one, they don’t last beyond the rush,

And every bite will tell you why the locals make the fuss.

Find the cozy corner spot where several roads converge,

Where neighbors know your name before your morning coffee’s poured.

A little bakery crossroads where the community holds true

Come find the corner where the fresh-baked morning waits for you.