Walking into Kostas Greek Bakery feels like stepping into a sun-drenched kitchen on a Greek island—the aroma of freshly baked bread hits you first, warm and inviting, mingling with the sweet scent of honey-drenched pastries. I stumbled upon this gem during a rainy afternoon in my neighborhood, craving something more than the usual café fare. The owner, Kostas himself, greeted me with a hearty \as if I were an old friend, his hands dusted with flour from kneading dough that morning. It\it\might be—from bustling city corners to quiet suburban streets.
What sets Kostas apart isn\eyes light up at their first taste of baklava, its layers of nuts and honey evoking memories of Mediterranean summers. It\it\does Kostas import theirs directly, or is it local?
What\s the story behind the stone ovens? Are they harder to maintain than modern ones?
Can you recommend other authentic Greek bakeries in different cities for travelers?
How does Kostas balance tradition with dietary trends, like gluten-free options?
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