"Fink means good bread"

After shared cabs home from CBGB to Morningside Heights, College Inn was my favorite destination for breakfast before bedtime, ideally in plenary session at the round booth in the back corner. When the only seats were closer to the windows facing Broadway, often I'd see the Fink delivery truck on its pre-dawn rounds. To me, the bakery's familiar motto didn't promise good bread — it was the grace note to a good night out.

College Inn closed its doors for good in 1997, and Fink (or to be precise, its successor company) followed suit five years later. The bakery's trucks still haunt the streets, under new ownership but sometimes with ghostly traces of their old paint jobs; this one recently made a fleeting appearance in Corona, Queens.

"Fink means good bread"
Seen on a repurposed truck
Roosevelt Ave., Corona, Queens

Comments

[dave]

This country can't even make a loaf of bread anymore. No worries the Chinese will, and ship it 12,000 miles fresh every morning on time for 1.00 a loaf and make a 90% profit. Ask the goverment in NYC... how are they going to collect corporate taxes now?

[Dave Cook]

Bread, to the contrary, is a fine example of a product that can only be produced locally if it's to be fresh. It certainly can't be shipped halfway around the world with any measure of cost-effectiveness.