I slopped some of this on my plate at an all-you-can-eat breakfast buffet. (I normally go straight for a plateful of bacon.) I had to put aside the mildly disturbing question of what, exactly, a corned beef is. And I had to ignore the aroma. (Smelling it first was a huge mistake. Total turnoff.) But the quick bite I had was harmless. Adequate for sustenance, I suppose. My husband — a fan of all processed meats — claims it was a terrible example of corned beef hash, though. Said it was greasy and tasteless. Maybe that’s why I didn’t mind it.