Tijsterman bakkers in Rijnsburg

Unprofessional Behavior at Bakker van Maanen in Katwijk I walked into Bakker van Maanen in Katwijk, looking for a sandwich and a cup of coffee. I was wearing my wolf suit. Not for carnival. Not as a joke. Simply because it's comfortable, warm, and—let's be honest—I love it. And there's nothing strange about that. What is strange? That I was laughed at. By the staff. At first, I thought I was imagining it. A smile, a comment, a look. But no—it became increasingly clear. Whispering to each other. Chuckling. Someone said out loud: "What's that wearing?" Excuse me? Let me be clear: What someone wears is none of your business as a bakery employee. Especially not if they just come in politely, order calmly, and want to be treated with respect. I didn't ask for an opinion. I came for a croissant. This kind of behavior is unprofessional, inappropriate, and downright childish. Making fun of a customer for their clothes isn't funny—it's embarrassing. For you. The service was subpar. I left the sandwich. If you can't be treated normally in a wolf suit, what does that say about the people behind the counter? I left the rest of my croissant on the sidewalk of the intensely overcooked Bakker van Maanen. I'm never coming back here.

The bread is good, and their small selection of pastries is also good. Just make sure you don't forget a bag, as they charge 45 euro cents for a paper bag, which they also want to make a hefty profit on. It's a shame this ruined my experience.

On a wet King's Day, we were thrilled when the bakery finally opened at 8:00 AM so we could get a coffee to go. We'd been looking forward to it for an hour, soaking wet. Then we were told in a very unfriendly manner that they wouldn't sell it, even though it was clearly posted on the door. There were only five or six of them walking around, and the bakery wasn't busy at the time. I found the way they did it particularly disappointing. So I got a sandwich, and it was fine.

I bought some of the last few balls, but they're covered in hair. When you take a closer look at the ball, you're shocked by the sheer amount of hair in it. The cake isn't much better, by the way. As far as I know, there aren't any hairs in it, but it's as dry as the Sahara.