Loaves At The Point - Straddie Bakery

A positively hostile experience. Visitors should avoid this place!

Rudest women I’ve met in a while. Dismissive to all the customer whilst waiting for my coffee. Granted she was on her own trying to serve and make.

Advice? Go somewhere else unless you’re desperate.

We visited this bakery with two children, all of us eager to purchase ice creams on such a hot day. We made our decisions as the note on the ice cream freezer asked us to do so before opening the freezer (which is a fair and obvious request), as the last ice cream was taken, the lady who was serving started to yell at us about 'making our selection first, can't you read the sign' my poor son who was making his selection didn't know what to do. My husband replied, 'we don't have to buy from you'. She responded by screaming a barrage of things at us including 'good, I hope you don't, you (expletives to dreadful for me to write). Naturally we left and made our purchases from the news agency where the lady was absolutely lovely. We should have listened to the young girl who made the comment of 'the rude lady' upon leaving. We are not a loud family and this attack was unprovoked. It ruined what was otherwise a wonderful day. I would rate Loaves at the Point bakery ...read more

Not a lot of variety at this bakery but there aren't a lot of options on the island. Despite the long queues and high turnover, my most recent experience at the bakery was buying bread rolls from under the "baked fresh today" sign that did not taste fresh and seemed like they were a few days old. Most of the kids did not touch them so I ended up going the the local grocery store for a loaf of sandwich bread. I recommend bringing your own bread before coming to the island

After a lovely stroll around the gorge at dawn, was after a revivifying coffee. Loaves was the only place open at the time (7am), regrettably, as it turns out.
The woman responded to my polite enquiry as to whether she served coffee by mutely pointing at something in the corner. My 4 year old does this sometimes, and I tell him to use his words. Refrained from doing likewise in this instance.
When I finally spotted the coffee machine, I asked if I could have a cappucino.
"What size?" came the terse demand, at least proving that she could, indeed, speak. She then resentfully made the coffee, loudly banging things and doing everything but stomping her feet (again, reminding me of my kid) at this intrusion into her day. ...read more