Look around you, breakfast eaters. There is a conspiracy afoot in the New York restaurant business -- a conspiracy that once again became painfully clear to me during an early-afternoon breakfast at the Moonstruck Diner on Saturday. The problem? There are no hash browns available in this city.

NO, I'm not talking about "home fries," those poorly cooked potato chunks that get slopped onto every brunch plate, getting cold next to the eggs benedict. I also don't mean McDonald's hash-brown patties (though those are certainly tasty in their own brick-like way). "Real" hash browns are the shredded potatoes that get crispy on top and come in a nice pile of greasy goodness -- and for some reason, not ONE restaurant in Manhattan serves them. (If you know of any, please email fresyes2003@yahoo.com ASAP.)

Whether you like them covered and smothered or just raw, Fresyes feels your pain, and we are spearheading a campaign to bring hash browns to NY. If you support the cause, send this link to friends, family members and loved ones. By raising awareness, the call for hash browns cannot be ignored. Viva La Revolucion!

During our extensive research, we also found out that hash browns even have their own hard-rock anthem:

"With some grease and lard and potato and shit
Go fry me some onions and step on it
Fuck the egg and the bacon and the toast
Just gimme the breakfast that packs in the most"