When Jollibee aims, it doesn't miss.

Except when it stopped carrying Spam Bites.

Look at this delicacy!

A semi-sweet hawaiian roll bun, a dab of mayonnaise, and a salty grilled slice of spam? It's perfection. It's the perfect party food! For years I would run to Jollibee, buy a dozen of these bad boys, then show up as the honored guest at every party I attended. Now? I'm just another "person at the door." No thank you.

Oh my lordy lord!

Jollibee introduced me to spam. I grew up thinking it was some sort of meat in a can, which on the surface, sounds disgusting. However, as soon as Jollibee said "what if we throw it on the grill for you and fry it up nice? Would that make you a happy boy?" I immediately learned that yes, that makes me a happy boy.

My dear sweet babies!

We've all been forced to make copycat versions of this at home for years, but what has that taken from us? No more split second decision to grab a cup of gravy to dip the spam bite into. No more overwhelming aroma of chicken joy as I await my treasured spam bite.

I used to take such pleasure in introducing my friends to the little spam slider, sometimes I'd even give people a small slice of pinneapple to put on top as a Spam Bite hack.

Even now, years after this perfect sandwich was cast aside, I associate Jollibee with spam bites. I've never met anyone who says "I'm glad they got rid of those" only people who yearn to once again eat them one day.

Come to Papa! (My mouth is Papa)

Please Jollibee.

BRING BACK SPAM BITES!