It is one of the many establishments sprinkled throughout the inner west like stars in a beautiful night sky or glitter on the chests of The Village People - shiny, scary yet friendly, soothing and warmly beckoning with a sultry finger.
People from North Sydney may argue, "but we have a better view!" but we in the Inner West will answer, but we have the Bourke Street Bakery.
Those from the Eastern Suburbs will say "we have beaches and the best tourist spots!" but we Inner Westies will whisper, Bourke Street Bakery.
Those in the far West and Sydney's South will say "awww give us a durry bruv?" and we will answer, NAY! NAY peasants! For we are Inner Westies and we only have rollies! But we will welcome them into the warm oven glow of the Bourke Street Bakery like Jesus did the leper!
The Bourke Street Bakery is not just the best thing since sliced bread, they took sliced bread and made it an artform.
The Bourke Street Bakery doesn't make pies or sausage rolls, they took the word of God and baked it for your oral pleasure.
The Bourke Street Bakery offers coffee and milkshakes but delivers liquid poetry.
Seriously though. This place is amazing and the service is wonderful.
All hail the Bourke Street Bakery!