Santa fes standout. A brief context to set expectations.
Santa fes standout: Quick notes
On a recent stay in Santa Fe, my brother texted something about a friend’s daughter’s bakery. We only had two days, so I ignored the message—until we were looking for a quick breakfast stop. From now on, I’m listening to my big brother. Bread Shop turned out to be a highlight, yes, for baked goods—its sour dough boules must be the best in Santa Fe, they’re that good. And also as a model of utilitarian chic.
Self-taught baker Jacob Brenner opened in January 2020, six weeks before the pandemic hit, with his brother, Zac, an artist, as his lone helper. The response was so wildly enthusiastic that Jacob’s wife, Mayme Berman, lent a hand during the daily rush—and soon stepped in as Bread Shop’s chief business and aesthetics officer. At the time, they were located in a tiny storefront across from their current location in a lively creative enclave known as Lena Street, aka the local’s alternative to Canyon Road. (Jacob’s parents happened to be the first to develop Lena Street in 1999—”it was a really rundown bus yard on a dead end,” says Mayme—and are their landlords.)
Bread Shop has since become a community hub assembled with help from friends and family: at the get-go Daniel Strongwater designed the playful bread-shaped logo; Jacob’s mother, Rachel Watson, a ceramic artist who works a fews doors down, supplies Bread Shop’s dishware; and regular Joey Blaha came up with the memorable curtains. If you’re in town, I’d make a beeline for Bread Shop and its neighboring shops and cafés. In the meantime, take away some shoestring remodeling inspiration.
Photography by Krysta Jabczenski unless noted, all courtesy of Bread Shop (@bread.shop.sf).
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1. Learn from what came before.
Above: Bread Shop is located in what was originally a welder’s workshop and its interior now reflects that. There’s also a metal canopy over the door and Corten Box Planters from Veradek in the front and back: “They’re sturdy enough to hold our wild summer displays but also look great (if a little brutalist) in the winter months,” says Mayme. Our neighbor and dear friend Rebecca Bluestone tends all the flowers and landscaping.”
Also – So cozy — makes me want a cup of tea and a quiet afternoon ☕. Great share.
Red clay dawn stains your window, dust of spices clings to the door. Warm bread whispers through the cracks— flour-stained hands hollow out the dark. Laughter bakes in batches, honeyed knots soft as motel beds. Somewhere, a churro sizzles, sunlight spoons itself into the batter. You’re the hole in the wall where the desert claims its bread, and every crumb returns— like a story left open.
Labyrinth of adobe, sun-bleached and warm, the scent of masa clings to the air. A cannoli’s curve, laughter like wind chimes— somewhere, a kettle hums. The counter’s a map of roads I don’t know, each pastry a compass rose. Eggs bloom into clouds beside a jar of honey, slow. Your coffee arrives, black as midnight’s kiss— a drop of crema, the first star.
In Santa Fe, where the adobe walls stand tall,
There’s a cafe, a bakery, answering the call.
With aromas sweet and pastries golden bright,
A feast for the senses, a welcoming sight.
Petals of sunflowers dance in the breeze,
As patrons gather, beneath vast summer skies.
The whispers of Legends still hang in the air,
Of time bygone, and stories to share and care.
Coffee brewed with care, and baked goods galore,
Each one a masterpiece, a tale to adore.
Churros crisp and warm, and pastries so fine,
A standout delight, a destination divine.
In the heart of New Mexico, culture and cuisine,
A blend where flavors harmonize, in signs and in tune.
Santa Fe’s Bakery, a beacon so bright,
A gathering place, in the morning light.
Sunflowers sway, legends linger—your poem paints Santa Fe’s bakery as a soulful haven where every bite hums with history and warmth. A feast for the heart, not just the plate. ☀️🥐