Arrive just as the dawn light begins to sharpen, and you’ll see the glow from DJ’s Bakery spilling onto Packard Street like a warm, sugary promise.
The line here moves with a rhythmic, practiced speed; locals trade knowing nods because they understand the drill: get in, get the goods, and get out before the trays of old-world classics disappear.
There are no flashing neon signs or trendy, deconstructed toppings here, just the faint, intoxicating scent of yeast, toasted sugar, and the malty aroma of fresh pretzels. In the fast-paced, high-tech world of 2026 Ann Arbor, this shop remains a stubborn, beautiful outlier…