I know that there are things a guy should not eat too much of, and Spam is probably on that list. But at a summer festival one hot August day, I drifted towards an enticing new scent....the VFW was selling grilled Spam and cheese sandwiches, cooked outdoors over charcoal. Ignoring my DW's questioning look, I knew I had to have one. Washed down with a single ice-cold beer, I felt at that moment I could die content. That moment has passed and I'm glad I didn't die, but it sure was good.