Heatherlea Bakery

Walk past the window on Main Street and you'll spot the queues. Heatherlea's the kind of place where the smell alone justifies the trip — that proper warm bread-and-butter smell that makes you forget about the chain bakeries. You're getting proper sourdough, croissants that shatter when you bite them, and cakes that look homemade because they basically are. It's become the go-to spot for anyone on the peninsula who's tired of mass-produced nonsense. Expect to queue on weekend mornings, but it moves quick enough.