When the Waikiki-ization of downtown Sarasota is complete and the population consists entirely of high-rise dwelling ghosts, Sift will clean up. You can see it now: residents of those terribly chic penthouses will all sneak downstairs of a morning to ablute their designer dogs and pick up a pastry for themselves. Half now, half for lunch.

That’s good news for Sift. Tucked away like it is, they’ll need a regular clientele in the know. And we less lofty types from humbler abodes will visit and be tempted, happy in the knowledge that the place is ticking along, solvent, keeping rich and proto-rich alike in delicious baked goods.