A gothic-inspired haven for espresso, pastries, books, and art in the heart of New Milford, CT. Every story begins with a spark — a whisper of inspiration that will not let go. For the founder of Raven’s Bakehouse, that spark was a lifelong love of fine foods, homemade delights, and the comfort that only a warm kitchen can bring.
Hours
| Sunday | 9 AM–3 PM |
| Monday | 9 AM–3 PM |
| Tuesday | Closed |
| Wednesday | Closed |
| Thursday | 9 AM–3 PM |
| Friday | 9 AM–3 PM |
| Saturday | 9 AM–4 PM |
Address and Contact Information
Address: 50 Bank St, New Milford, CT 06776
Phone: (860) 717-4448
Website: https://ravensbakehouse.com/
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Raven’s Bakehouse brings Gothic style to New Milford’s Bank Street
Reviews
While I pondered, weak and weary
meandering Bank Street, seeking out
some respite from this small town bore
I came upon a shop so subtle
hidden by the theater’s bustle
how quaint and curious it did appear
as I approached and rapped upon the door
Realizing it was not locked
I pushed with might, and yet was stopped
I paused — then pulled
and entered warily, wiping my feet across the floor
Once inside, observing keenly
black and red and sights unseemly
Who here might undo my life
and leave me amidst a pile of gore?
And so, I met the shopkeep pleasant
relieved to find baked goods in crescent
smoldering with chocolate and gold
my stomach bade me, GIVE ME MORE!
I sat amidst the patrons quiet
several entered; perchance a riot?
Surely this shop held a secret;
one which no one could ignore
Fearing for my life at present
hastily I went among the peasants
to spread the word of Raven’s Bakehouse
with pastries, lattes, and gothery galore
And so, with trepidation I declare
it’s worth the risk if ye be scared
enter all who need a break
and enjoy your respite, forever more!
The raven of closing time taps at the door—
four o’clock, nevermore.
Within, the espresso burns black as my soul,
the croissant weeps chocolate like forbidden tears,
the Earl Grey exhales bergamot ghosts
that curl, aristocratic and cruel, above the rim.
All perfection, all ecstasy—
snuffed at four,
as if joy itself were a candle
the barista must blow out
before the witching hour of five.
Quoth the sign: “Closed.”
Evermore.