Saginaw Series, Holiday Series, and Much More: Spatz Bakery

Spatz Bakery

The Spatz brothers came to Frankenmuth in 1871 from Germany. A few years later they moved to Saginaw and opened their bakery. The recipe has never changed. Spatz bread is light and airy and absolutely the best bread sold.

If someone moves away from Saginaw - they ALWAYS ask family to bring some with them when they visit. It makes the best crutons and delicious toast. I think I have written this bread into every single book.

1 comment:

Chris WallApril 30, 2026 at 7:43 PM
This bread makes the best toast and absolutely mind-blowingly good grilled cheese sandwiches. I made mine with deli-sliced gruyere, and it was like the bread, while crisping up perfectly, was behind the scenes absorbing the melted cheese like a sponge absorbs water. The cheese and the bread became one!!

They also have a nice spread of cookies and pastries and more, I'm sure, but I can't eat that stuff, though I'm exceedingly confident they'd be as good as the bread!

Do yourself a favor. Drop in and check it out. You'll be glad you did!!
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