I took James's advice and got my own tamale, but arrived after the lunch crowd had already gobbled up the Yucatan-style tamales steamed in banana leaves with chard, pumpkin seeds, and hard-boiled egg that everyone was talking about. By the time I made it to the front of the line, I was told they only had chicken tamales left. "I'll take one!" Soon I was seated beneath the trees of Civic Center Plaza, trying not to eat too fast. The warm cornmeal was sweet and light alongside chicken so tender it barely had to be chewed. And the heat from the piquant tomato sauce on top didn't slow me down one bit. Did I experience my own food orgasm? Perhaps. But since the vendors, many of whom, like Masumoto, champion farm-to-fork stories, will be serving food through Sunday, I might have to sample a few more dishes just to make sure.