Don't let the logo on the door freak you out.
It's a drawing of the backside of a fat baker with enormous BUTTOCKS while he (or she, god help her) is bending over an oven.
It was good for a smile.
Then I went inside and was in the bakery version of Disneyland.
Too many choices. I was on vacation and staying in a hotel room. What was I going to get? Because I could have bought out the store.
I settled on an everything bagel, a soft pretzel, a cheese roll and a sourdough roll.
All of them were fantastic. I wish there was a joint like this in my neighborhood. Maybe it's best there isn't.
Because maybe my buns would look like the logo.
If you live in Vegas, go there for bread. You'd be crazy not to.
If you're out of town and driving home, stop there on the way. You can nibble the crunchy crusts on that boring drive back to So Cal. It'll make the time go by faster.
Note to the owners: If you can, try and sell some butter and cream cheese on site. You'd be doing us a big favor!