This place doesn’t scream “must stop,” but I’ve learned the hard way that skipping it is a mistake. That unassuming turnoff leads straight to Creswell Bakery, and once you’ve been, every road trip through the Willamette Valley suddenly includes a planned exit.
The highway billboards almost feel bold, but after one visit, you realize they’re underselling it.
Every morning, trays of cinnamon rolls the size of dinner plates slide out of the oven, sandwiches come stacked high with house-smoked meats, and crusty artisan loaves line the shelves until they inevitably sell out…