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| - Patty king, patty king, baker's man.
Bake me doubles as fast as you can.
And charge only $1.50!
And see me come back for more, turning my doubles into a home run I suppose?
My wife warned me that eating doubles might be messy. This is based on past doubles experience, where channa curry is slopped onto two bakes, grease and all, oil seeping through any wrapper and ultimately winding up on your clothing. Call that the doubles kiss.
Not so with Patty King! My doubles remained easily edible at hand without any residue falling through the wrapper. Now curry did make it's way to my lips, which were smacking with enthusiasm as I sat on the bench outside of this establishment.
And the one was honestly not enough so I marched back in and ordered two more. (One for wife)
We also tried a beef patty as this is the Patty King. Fairly spicy beef filling, standard crusty exterior.
There's about all of one small table inside here and an outdoor bench. It's more of a grab and go spot. Prices cannot be beat.
What really struck me as exemplifying the spirit of Toronto was the makeup of the customers. (No, I don't mean L'oreal)
Many of the best West Indian spots in NYC are frequented by...West Indians, almost exclusively.
But Patty King had people from all backgrounds, queuing up for some crusty goodness. Old white people, to be blunt, the kind I'd expect to see at Friendly's early bird special, were eating Patty King's.
There is hope for this world after all.
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