Rose32 Bread shone like a beacon in the sleepy village of Gilbertville. Even in the middle of the afternoon on a weekday, it was impossible to find a parking spot in the big lot alongside the bakery. We parked along Route 32 and joined the lunch rush in a line that stopped just short of the front door. Waiting in the queue, we observed a well-stocked cooler packed with local milk, fresh juices and craft beer for purchase. A book shelf lofted above us beckoned solo diners to settle in. Pastry cases were well lit, exhibiting berry tarts and chocolate black bottom cakes. A selection of caramelized loaves of bread were stacked high behind the counter.