Old school goodness in every way.
For the longest time, I would walk into North Pole, pick up a loaf of delicious Italian bread, exchange the most brief of pleasantries with the owner and would always leave feeling like a chooch. That's how it was when I grew up and a manga cake like me bought anything from an Italian bakery and it felt just like home.
However, after mentioning that I made my own calzones, my chooch status was revoked and I was offered their own calzone recipe, a hot cup of cappuccino and a free ball of pizza dough. That's amore!
A few more conversations later and I end up with a discounted and delicious hot veal sammy off the hot counter. Bellissima! It wasn't the best veal sammy I've ever had, but it was damn good and really filling.
So, if you're willing to put up with a little indifference in the name of good bread, check out North Pole and don't be a chooch.