Oakmont Bakery has the bright clean pre-fab character-free atmosphere of a retirement community cafeteria or a dental clinic, only it's also much like the DMV in that you take a number and wait around forever with a crowd of annoying half-crazed people. On my one and only visit, I waited for over a half hour on a summer day (at least it was corporate-cool in there) to buy a loaf of bread. I went in seeking a sandwich, but the options were boring and few. The loaf of bread I bought was not holy, but holey. And this holiday season, we received a platter of assorted Oakmont Bakery cookies which were disgusting, even according to my cookie monster of a boyfriend.
I don't understand the ecstatic praise. Maybe it's because I don't believe in god or preservatives (which have lowered people's standards).