Probably the Yeast in the bread, its known to make things rise.
The original Whitehall cafe was at the side of the Whitehall cinema in High st, i remember Mother working there in the early 60's.
The other Whitehall cafe, up the alley up to the church, was brilliant for us students from the College, always extra chips.......1965/66..
Bit phoenix nights,
Imagine having a bit of salad on the side and asking for some olive oil?
"That's for your fkn ears lad"
ELK, nah. For us in Herringthorpe at the time 64-67 it was the good old Fletchers bakery van with the sliding doors at the back to enter the van.
I recall a fat round man with a beaming smile always glad to greet his customers. The smell of fresh bread and pastries was a right belly warmer to us hungry kids.
My Sister and me, if we were lucky, use to share a custard tart….. on reflection, pure heaven.
Same here Brin in Rawmarsh with Fletchers and I'd also get a custard tart if I was lucky. The van showed up the same time every day 6 days a week and as you say the smell of the bread was delightful. Oh for those days with milkman, bread man, veg man, ice cream man, pie and peas man. All men, obviously the women in those days had nothing to do