I want to get to know this taco. And I mean that in the biblical sense. You know, the way Adam knew Eve. I want to get up inside this Eve taco and part thy tortillas with mine holy scepter. I want to sprinkle lime on this burning bush of temptation and add my own crema blanco. I want to part its chorizo sea, worship at its salsa altar, and enjoy a post coital smoke of its heavenly cilantro. And if I didn't just exhaust the entire extent of my biblical knowledge, you better believe I would describe some other unholy, sacrilegious things I'd do to it. Praise Jesus for the little Mexican lady that cooked this one up.