"I estimate that I consume corned beef hash just once or so every year, though every time I devour the nourishing diner staple, I wonder why I don’t order it more often. Such was the case on a recent Saturday, where a companion and I found ourselves at a packed Westway Diner — with a line snaking out the door. I can’t say whether my fine hash ($14.09) was better or worse than other versions I’ve sampled, but what I liked was how the short order cooks placed my eggs directly over the coarsely chopped, reddish-mixture, so that every bite resulted in equal parts oozy yolk, silky potato, and salty cured beef. It was a study in soft breakfast textures, nothing more al dente than oatmeal. I’m going to order this more often. 614 Ninth Avenue, near 44th Street, Hell’s Kitchen — Ryan Sutton, chief critic" - Eater Staff
