I've had the pleasure / displeasure of eating at Reggie's at least a dozen times since their grease-stained doors smoothly slid open a year ago. I say pleasure because I have a theory: the later you eat Reggies, the better it tastes. I say displeasure because I've eaten there for lunch too.
My first experience at Reggie's stemmed from a neighbour's tip: "they serve one mean turkey sandwich." I strolled over to the shop that night and excitedly placed my order. It was pretty damn mean - crisp veggies, moist turkey, and nicely toasted white bread - but not nearly as mean as the aggravated cashier who took my order. Perhaps it was the Kid Rock song blasting on the speakers.
Fast forward to 3am on a nondescript Saturday night: that turkey sandwich satisfaction was tingling in the back of my alcohol addled mind. This introduced me to Reggie's best: the Monte Cristo. It's like a turkey sandwich for people training to get on The Biggest Loser - all the flavour of the big bird with Swiss and served between two slices of French Toast. Satisfaction delivered.
Fast forward to 2pm on a nondescript weekday afternoon, six months later: the Monte Cristo was a shadow of its former self. Even sobriety couldn't save it from the soggy, cheesy mess that I was served. The new cashier was equally as aggravated as the previous, and Reggie's taste in music remained terrible. And adding insult to injury: they forgot my deep fried Mac'n'cheese - unforgivable.
There's an obvious moral to this story that I've summed up in my 3-star rating. The service is always terrible, the food is hit and miss, so go when you can't tell the difference.