Two bakers,
one obsession.
"We wanted a place that felt like it had always been there. Where the bread has a crust you can hear."
Ingrid and Mikkel met while training under a baker in Gothenburg. They moved to New York in 2014 with two sourdough starters wrapped in a tea towel, and opened Nordlys Bakeri three months later. The name means Northern Lights. Not because of any particular drama, but because good light is worth chasing.
Ingrid looks after the bread. Mikkel handles the pastry. They share the espresso machine and disagree, fondly, about most things.