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Strawberry Disco
Milk bread, whipped mascarpone, macerated strawberries, honey, and an unreasonable quantity of rainbow sprinkles.
— Our Manifesto, Sort Of
We take toast seriously.
But not that seriously.
It started with a question: why does anyone settle for sad, lukewarm bread when toast — proper toast — is a small joy that can be engineered into a religious experience?
Every loaf in the kitchen is sourced from a real bakery run by real humans who know our names. Every topping is made in-house, sometimes that morning, occasionally with regret. Every slice is toasted to order on a 1973 commercial toaster we named Beverly.
Come hungry. Stay weird.