I remember the first time I walked past Leviathan Bakehouse on College Avenue. The smell of butter and fresh bread stopped me in my tracks.
I peeked through the window and saw golden croissants piled high, each one looking like it belonged in a Parisian patisserie. That moment changed my breakfast routine forever.
Now I find myself making excuses to drive through the neighborhood just to grab one of their flaky creations. The line wraps around the corner on weekends, and locals guard their favorite pastries like secrets…