KB’s, you crazy bakers. Why are you hiding at the end of Newmarket’s Broadway behind an assortment of stores? You are a true Kiwi bakery and we, the people, have longed for your return! People, you know what I’m talking about here: handmade pies, racks of fresh bread, iceblocks and milkshakes, sandwiches in normal sliced bread that don’t cost more than the entire bread loaf. Where you can fill your little brown paper bags up with doughnuts and slices without employees pressuring and pestering you across the cabinet. Empty, spacious tables to flick though the morning’s Herald. KB’s, step out from behind the skirts of a butchers and a liquor store and hold your cheeky little pastry face up high. We want you to lead these city bakers with your strong rolling-pin arms and teach them your floury ways. Think of the children! (It’s a good bakery.)