Obori

It often happens that I will walk past several bakeries, being very indecisive, and then come home empty handed. I tell myself I will go out later to get bread and that it's not that big of an effort. My neighborhood, as nearly any corner of Munich, has loads of bakeries. It seems streets here are typically hairdresser, restaurant, pharmacy, bakery - repeat.

That being said, the bakeries are not created equal. Especially for an elitist bread snob like myself.

The issue is... I think I'm among the few that doesn't love bread. I know, everyone comes and tells me how much they love it, and they go on and on (especially about the pretzels). It has to be really special or really good for me to consider it. I only like certain breads and not the kind that looks like a sponge (you know, the brown one that all of the senior citizens enjoy that they serve up with the obatzda at the biergartens).

To make matters worse I've been forced to get creative. My go to place for bread across town (at the train station) has not had my favorite Tomato Ciabatta / Tomate Panne the last couple times I've been, which is slowly becoming less and less often. Not all is lost though. There is an incredible bakery called Obori in Haidhausen that has answered my wishes.

Epi, Fougasse, baguettes, and of course delicious and gorgeous pastries... they have them all. The Japanese women that own the shop even bring the politeness that is at times lacking here. Even more reason to continually go back.