About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Helms Bakery with a truckload of fresh pastries. As he unloaded, he noticed an old lady standing in front of the shop, whispering something into her hands. As she raised her head, her eyes twinkled mischievously. ‘These are for you,’ she said, handing him a warm croissant. The delivery driver smiled and tipped his cap, mumbling, ‘Thanks, neighbour.’ And from that day on, every foggy morning, an anonymous gift appeared outside Helms Bakery—just enough for the staff and a little extra for anyone who needed it most.
2. At midnight, a delivery driver pulled up to Helms Bakery, startled by the sound of an old clock chiming from inside. The door creaked open, revealing an ancient counter and rows upon rows of freshly baked goods. The delivery driver approached cautiously, only to be greeted by a gruff voice: 'Finally! Thought you’d never come!' Turning around, he saw an aproned figure waving cheerfully from behind the counter—himself, twenty minutes earlier.
3. At sunrise, an early bird customer asked the baker, ‘Why does your bread always smell like someone’s grandmother’s house on Christmas?’ The baker smiled and replied, 'Because every loaf is made with love, just like grandma's.' The early bird nodded wisely, satisfied with the answer—until a delivery driver walked in, sniffing the air and muttering, 'Now I know why these pastries are always so damn good!'
4. At sunset, a delivery driver pulled up to Helms Bakery, puzzled by the sight of a full moon reflected in the shop’s window. The driver looked around, rubbed his eyes, and thought he must be seeing things—until a neighbor walking their dog chuckled and pointed towards the reflection. ‘That’s just our old Mr. Jenkins,’ she said. The driver shook his head, smiled, and muttered, “Next time I’ll bring cookies instead of getting confused.”