It’s 10 a.m. on a Friday morning. Why is the line stretching all the way out the door of this bakery, with every rough-hewn wood communal table jammed to bursting with cool, happening, groovy, smart-looking people? Because of This! My apple crostata was crunchy, gooey, creamy, custardy and tart. And you should have seen the cinnamon buns! Come here for the vast array of pastries. Stay for the vibe.