I can never understand the people that just skip breakfast. Well, I can never understand people that skip any meal for that matter. But you just can't skip breakfast, especially when you have a restaurant down the road like the Farmhouse. To give you a visual, The Farmhouse is comfortably nestled in Old Downtown Gilbert, an area of town that looks like it could be a movie set for an old western. It isn't surprising to see a cowboy or two walk out of the barber shop across the street. And the restaurant opens at five for the early birds, so you will always see a line out the door no matter how early you get up. The interior decor, black and white framed pictures mounted on the wall, random, comfortable seating, and remains of the original roofing of the early 1900's home, is simply quaint. And the food matches the ambience. We started off with a colossal, flakey, melt-in-your-mouth cinnamon roll (the picture shows only a 3rd of it) and then my sister, brother, and I shared a green chile, bacon, tomato, and cheese omelet and a side of biscuits and sausage gravy (if you can call 6 biscuits and a mountainous topping of gravy a side). It might have been the best breakfast I've ever had.