It had been too long, old friend. Well, actually more a good friend than an old friend. For you see, I had not known the glory of the walking taco until I was 23 years old. It was apparently new only to me at the time among the work group I was with, but glorious it was. That first walking taco was a revelation, and I made a note to have them as often as possible in the future. But then like so many good friends and the craziest sexual relationships, the walking taco and I would fall into non-contact for months, or even years, at a time. Today at lunch we got reacquainted. And it was as glorious as I remember, as glorious as always. This Hamsterdam is dedicated to you, Walking Taco. A dedication long deserved.