Baked in small lots. When they're gone, they're gone.
Soft enriched dough, a clean stripe of pink water-icing. The one your nan would nod at.
Split down the middle and piped full of pillowy vanilla cream. Eat over a plate.
Tart curd, lemon icing, a whisper of zest. Sunshine in bun form.
Rolled with cinnamon sugar, brushed with brown-butter glaze. Cult favourite.
The little blue door, 14 Dough Lane. Follow the smell.
Tue–Sun · 7am 'til sold out
Mondays we rest our hands.