My dearest corned beef hash,
After so long searching in this metropolis, I have found you. I have suffered through the costly, fake, canned wannabes: the ones that were honest about their slop worthy version of your coveted, worthwhile, savory goodness. I can say it was worth it. You were worth it.
Your perfectly seasoned hand cut home fries make my mouth water. Your cooked to perfection hand carved corned beef make my eyes shine with tears of joy. And your caramelized onions, and roasted red peppers?! Love, I have found true love in the Queen City.
But you wish for the chase. Only appearing once a month. That is okay, I can be patient. For the day the hostess answers and tells me you will be there on that Sunday morning brunch, so shall I my sweet cherished corn beef hash. So shall I.
Until next time my love.