Ten years ago in college, there was this burrito place called Romo’s. For like $8 or $10 I could get a giant burrito smothered in a cheese sauce or this super tasty creamy sweet sauce. For a time, it was beautiful, at least once a week my buddy would walk into the frat house, look around for a moment, and utter that word; “Romo’s?”

Then, of course, Romo went into hiding to avoid some shady folks he owed money to, asked the cops not to reveal his location, and the whole thing fell apart. Now those burritos are but a memory. Every couple years though, I eat a burrito and catch a spot of that magic, look over at my friend that shared in those times, and ask “is this almost as good as Romo’s?” And they say “yeah, I was just thinking this reminded me of Romo’s, it’s not as good but it is really good.” For a moment, my mind wanders back to those days, and I am glad that I was able to live those experiences for a time.

I’m sorry that you lost your Romo’s, but you will never lose the time you had with it.