SPAM is to Eevachu as Kryptonite is to Superman.
I watched a special on the Travel & Escape Channel on Hawaiian foods. They got talking about SPAM, and it reminded me of my constant battle with all the SPAM sushi in the Hawaiian islands. They kept them in those hot dog/pizza sweat boxes commonly found in 7-11s, so they sweat out SPAM JUICE. It was there at every turn, in every convenience store, in every RESTAURANT. I developed a nervous twitch from glaring at any locals eating it. Eventually I almost slapped it out of some dude’s hand when I was on the North Shore (and feeling particularly gnarly).
I love you Hawaiians, but your obsession with canned mystery meat is just plain repulsive.