Michael’s Bakery

Great dessert trays ever… Brought in to Westpark license Bureau from a company we do fleet work for.

Best white cake in Cleveland. Great hard rolls and bread too. I love the fresh sandwiches you can buy there. I’m a third generation shopper here and the quality has never gone down. Have to get here early, by afternoon they are often sold out of most things. Beware of the parking lot, it has lots of pot holes and is tiny. My mom wiped out and landed on her special order cake. The bakery did give her a smaller cake (all they had) as a replacement. A few cars can park on the street in front or on the northside. Then there are a few steep stairs to get in the place. Its not very big. Just a glass counter that forms an «L» with cookies at one end and cold cuts at the bottom of the «L». They also have a stand in the west side market.

For years had been trying nut roll from various bakeries, never happy… until I found Michael’s. My search ended with theirs and I buy it for me, gifting and Ohio City neighborhood potlucks since I can easily call ahead and my order awaits. The nut roll is perfect. moist. not too sweet. lots of nuts. no corners with just a glob of dough. They also hv torte’s that are beautiful for gift giving and just as wonderful and fresh. .and their sugar cookies that come in colors and shapes for every holiday and season can’t be beat. I’ve been going to Michael’s for a long time and decided to finally write a review to tell readers to stop chasing around and just go their first. It’s right in the front of the WSMkt next to spices. U’ll be glad u did.

My German great-​grandmother, and grandmother, and mother all made apple kuchen during the halcyon days of my youth, each placing it to cool just out of my reach, which could explain so much, but let’s leave that to my phalanx of psychiatric professionals. So when I staggered into Michael’s and saw fresh, warm kuchen, right there in the front case, I was a goner. I asked if they just had a Barcalounger in the back, maybe a quilt, some pajamas… I was planning on staying a good long time.
But I had to scram back to work, so I ordered the Kaiser sandwich. Since there is no such animal as a «ham,» I had ham and Swiss, on a fresh-​on-​the-​inside-​crunchy-​on-​the-​outside sesame roll. One of my grandmas working there sliced the bread, then grabbed a honey ham and sliced that, then grabbed the cheese and sliced that. Yeah, fresh, home-​made, with that hair-​in-​a-​bun-​rocking-​the-​apron Old World Style service. Neat, efficient, and all for seiben Deutsche marks, ja, as I just had to grab a white chocolate with hazelnut bar. HAD to.
I’m thankful for the half of my blood that’s German, biergartens, all those German cars I drove too fast in that aforementioned youth, Marlene Dietrich, Arthur Shopenhauer, bavarian cream pie, Rainer Maria Rilke, the Westhof knife, Wim Wenders, Weissenborn guitars, Christian Frederick Martin, «ze lingonberry pancakes,» the Porsche 550 spyder, and that elusive blonde from the co-​ed dorm my freshman year. Let’s call her Ilsa, since it couldn’t possibly be Ilsa. THAT one haunts me.
«Well I’ve lost my equilibrium and my car keys and my pride,
The tattoo parlor’s warm, and so I hustle there inside;
And the grinding of the buzz-​saw, «What you want that thing to say?»
I says, «Don’t misspell her name, buddy, she’s the one that got away.»
Tom Waits

Great bread and bakery. We have been coming here for many years.