Near my university there was an underground bakery open from 18:30 to 6:30, and whenever you were drunk or high coming out of some university party or just a night of drinking with your friends you'd end up going there and it was amazing. At a reasonable cost, some high sugar and fat pastries, or just a warm croissant, served by an immigrant man in his 50s who would call everyone nephew. All this through a tiny barred window below the earth. A wonderful thing.