Following the… obscure dirt road to the Amish bakery


BEFORE SHE EVEN reaches her car, Green Laker reporter Hannah Tetzlaff devours a large part of the pretzel she bought from Pleasant View Bakery.     Sarah Tetzlaff photo

by Hannah Tetzlaff
Green Lake Reporter

Google Maps lied to us.

All my sister and I wanted to do was hunt down the Pleasant View Amish Bakery located at N9543 Kiefer Road in Dalton and try some fresh baked goods.

It shouldn’t have been too hard of a task, right?

WRONG!

As if it wasn’t hard enough to try and find the obscure Amish bakery while dodging the buggies on the twisty narrow roads, Google Maps deceived us and sent us down the wrong end of the road.

We were surrounded by farmlands and fields when it announced in its overly-pleased voice that we had arrived at our destination.

There was no bakery in sight, just a bunch of dirt and grass.

After backtracking many times, reversing out of driveways and ignoring Google Maps, my sister and I realized that we should have made a right onto Kiefer Road instead of a left as we were told.

In the end, what should have been a 40-minute drive, ended up taking more than an hour.

Imagine our relief when we found the bakery and realized it was still open.

Not only was it still baking fresh goodies, there was no long line of customers as mentioned on websites.

Despite the trouble that my sister and I suffered at the hand of technology, it was all worth it when we stepped into the small bakery and were enveloped by the smell of freshly baked bread, cinnamon rolls and pies.

The heavenly aroma was so intense that it rivaled the memory I had of an Amish bakery that my class visited on a field trip in second grade. All I could remember of the bakery from that time was the yeasty scent of cinnamon rolls, but even that is replaced by my experience at the Pleasant View Bakery.

When we entered, we were immediately taken in by the sight of bread hot out of the oven, ranging in flavors from cinnamon raisin to onion and cheese.

The bread was so warm that I could feel heat radiating off the loaf when I held my hand an inch away.

Beyond the rack of bread, was a large rack of pies, pecan cinnamon rolls and other treats.

The cinnamon rolls sold there were the largest I have ever seen; they were easily bigger than the size of my hand and had a layer an inch thick of either cream cheese frosting or pecan pie filling.

Glazed doughnuts and cinnamon-sugar doughnuts also covered the counters and begged me to buy them all. I would have if I wasn’t your typical broke-college student.

Out of all the baked goods I’ve listed, the best discovery I made was the pretzels.

Now, I normally don’t like pretzels. In fact, I find them to be overrated because I believe they’re too salty.

Whenever I have the misfortune of eating a large pretzel, I always try to drown it in the cheese dipping sauce so I don’t have to actually taste it.

However, these pretzels tasted so amazing that I wouldn’t dream of getting anywhere near them with cheese sauce.

Not only did the pretzels taste great and have the perfect amount of salt, they were so large that they were hanging off the paper plates and even needed their own white paper bag.

Before I made it to the car with our purchases, I had already eaten half the pretzel; I couldn’t get enough of it.

When I set out on this journey for the remote Amish bakery, I never imagined that I would end up raving about pretzels of all things.

If one is willing to take the time and effort, there are new discoveries and experiences around every corner — or rather every dirt road — in Laker Country.

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