One morning we were having breakfast at the Four Queens in Vegas. Mixed work team led by a Midwestern lady with apparently a cushy upbringing, a Korean guy, a couple Filipinos and some other folks. Most of us got Spam. None of us got it the same way. Project Manager made fun of us, but we knew what we were doing.

Spam: if you cook it right, it goes with damn near anything.

And it is basically global. I mean, except for places they don’t do pork, understand?