So Tammy’s been hankerin’ for corned beef hash since…well…I can’t remember. Definitely since she was preggers with Xander. I can’t figure out what the big deal is, but damn is it hard to find a place that dishes out “acceptable” corned beef hash. If you want to touch a nerve, ask her about the corned beef hash at that joint on Piedmont Avenue. Buying from the store is wrong because that stuff that comes out of a can is just plain nasty.

We were able to put that to rest with breakfast at Jordan’s at The Claremont.