Gala Panadería

You don’t find Gala. Someone whispers it to you. Tucked in the back of a quiet building, Gala Panadería isn’t trying to go viral — it’s too busy laminating the most perfect croissants in Mexico City. Golden, crisp, whisper-thin layers that shatter like glass, revealing buttery interiors that should be illegal. No signs. No crowds. Just the smell of burnt sugar, toasted butter, and quiet mastery. It’s a f***ing speakeasy for bread lovers. And if you can’t make it to the mothership, you can still catch their pastries at Café Tormenta — same soul, different corner of the city. This isn’t just baking. This is devotion.