I had a coirned beef hash for breakfast in San Fran once that lingers in the memory. Mind you, I hadn't been to bed yet having been on the gak all night in the company of strippers.
That was quite a trip, in hindsight.
I'm sure it's the hash I was imagining when I ordered mine.
I make a damn good corned beef hash, actually. But the wife doesn't like runny eggs, so I don't get to make it often.