Tijsterman bakkers in Rijnsburg

Unprofessional behavior at Bakker van Maanen Katwijk I walked into Bakker van Maanen in Katwijk, looking for a sandwich and a cup of coffee. At that moment, I was wearing my wolf costume. Not for Carnival. Not as a joke. Just because it is comfortable, warm, and — let's be honest — I love it. And there is nothing strange about that. What is strange, though? That I was laughed at. By the staff. At first, I thought I was imagining it. A smile, a remark, a look. But no — it became increasingly clear. Whispering to each other. Chuckling. Someone said out loud: “What is that person wearing?” Excuse me? Let me make this clear: What someone wears is none of your business as a bakery employee. Especially not if that person simply enters politely, orders calmly, and wants 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. Laughing at a customer because of their clothing isn't funny — it's embarrassing. For you. The service was substandard. I left the croissant untouched. If you can't be treated normally in a wolf costume, what does that say about the people behind the counter? I left the rest of my croissant lying on the sidewalk in front of the intensely overcooked baker Van Maanen. I am 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.