This palace to all things flour-based is such a treat that it gets people from across town making a Sunday morning pilgrimage to the Red Light District. Weekends are always packed, with the queue for a table edging out from the quaint loveliness of the shop, into the neon gaudiness of Warmoesstraat. Inside, an old shop space has been coverted into a bright dining area, with the industrial baking hub and all the activity around it visible at the rear. Specialities include big, chunky, fruit filled scones, pastries and other baked treats (along with a few decent cakes). Service is slow and occasionally surly, but people keep coming back, so perhaps they don’t have enough incentive to improve. That aside, it’s a grand spot for lunch or breakfast, and has a takeaway service for smaller items.