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Wed–Sun, 7am–2pm

512 Singer Hill Rd
Falls City Bakery

Oregon City, since 2016

Baked this morning.
Gone by two.

Naturally leavened bread, hand-laminated pastry and whatever fruit is ripe, folded into pie. We make what we can make properly — which is never quite enough.

See what we bakeOrder a pie or cake

Wed–Sun, 7am–2pm.512 Singer Hill Rd, Oregon City, OR 97045

Illustration of the morning bake on the counter: a scored sourdough loaf, a lattice-topped berry pie and a butter croissant, with wheat behind them

We bake it in the morning and stop when it's gone.

Most days that means the pastry case is thin by eleven and the pies are gone by noon. Come early, or pre-order and we'll put your name on a box.

Baked this morning

The things people line up for

Four we make nearly every day. The full list — breads, pastries, pies and cakes — is on the menu.

See the whole menu

Need a pie by Friday? A cake by Saturday?

Pies take two days, cakes take a week. Tell us what you're after and we'll write back the same day with a price and a pickup window.

Start a pre-orderHow ordering works

Come and find us

Open five mornings a week

We're the narrow brick storefront halfway up Singer Hill Rd, with the striped awning and the rosemary out front. There's a free lot around the corner on Main.

  • MondayClosedClosed — we rest
  • TuesdayClosedClosed — Doris gets fed
  • Wednesday7am–2pm
  • Thursday7am–2pm
  • Friday7am–2pm
  • Saturday8am–3pmPie day
  • Sunday8am–2pm

Every day we bake until it's gone — or until we sell out — usually early afternoon. Come early for pastry, earlier for pie.

512 Singer Hill Rd

Oregon City, OR 97045

(503) 555-0142

Get directionsParking & the neighborhood
Illustrated map of the neighborhood showing the bakery on Singer Hill Rd, a parking lot on Main Street, and Willamette Falls to the south

Illustrated map, not to scale — Falls City Bakery is a fictional business.

Illustration of a glass jar of bubbling sourdough starter labeled Doris, est. 2016, with a rubber band marking its rise

Our story

It started with a jar named Doris

In 2016, Nora mixed flour and water in a mason jar and left it above the radiator. Two weeks later it smelled like green apples and would not stop rising. She named it after her grandmother, who was also small, sour and impossible to kill.

Doris has raised every loaf we've sold since — first off a folding table on Saturday mornings, then out of a garage, and now from a brick storefront with terrible parking and wonderful light.

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