Disappointing would be the right word. \n\nIn my book hash is not hash unless it's crispy. And this was not. At all. \n\nMush would be a better term. A slapped together, ring molded monstrosity of boiled chicken, rock hard poached egg and sad sauce. \n\nThe chilaquiles weren't much better. Three stacked blue corn toastadas, some mozzarella and an eggy hockey puck does not a fine chilaquile make. Where's my comfort food of cotija cheese and spicy sauce soaked chips? Where's the breakfast of champions, of hungover warriors and Vegas-ites ready for a Bobby Flay throwdown meal? \n\nNot here apparently. The coffee was the best part.\n\nB-Flay you really let me down on this one.