When I was in high school, this is what I would eat for breakfast: four cevapi (small Balkan sausages), four eggs, and four hash browns. It was awesome. Twenty years later my consumption of breakfast fry-ups may have dipped but my love of hash browns has not. Before this taste test, I believed hash browns to be one of those rare foods that is never bad.
Boy was I wrong. Turns out hash browns are like Red Hot Chili Peppers songs – some are universally loved, but others I never again want to experience.
