Your story reminds me of my own quest for the types of bread I ate back in Brooklyn - the search continues.

Mike's Bakery was a small place on 13th Ave and 68th Street, with a small fan that conveyed the aromas of baked bread to all that passed. If that wasn't enough, one glance at the display and you were transfixed. Beautiful works of edible art . . . and I tried them all. Mike is long gone, but not my memories of his artistry. Great story.