I would say that I enjoy the experience of waiting in line as much as I love the patties themselves. Every time I come here, there is a nice lineup right up to the door and people behind the counter are friendly and chatty and call me "love" or "dear" all the time.
Try as they might, the staff can't seem to keep their cooked patties in stock because these babies are constantly flying out the door. This is great though because that means the patties are constantly coming out piping hot and fresh out of the oven. I'll be damned if I can count the times I have bitten into a hot patty and had the filling squirt out and hit my lip so that I end up looking like Paris Hilton's herped up face after a particularly bad outbreak.
In the age old GTA battle of the patties, I would certainly have to rank Randy's on top because I really love their crispy, flaky crust, that is decidedly non greasy. Their filling has more meaty consistency than any of the other patties I have had with a more clear look to it that is telling of a more aspic base than other patty companies that are heavy on the breadcrumbs and fillers. Additionally, that scotch bonnet pepper heat that makes me crawl back to Eglington W. for more. I really don't think it gets any better, that's for sure.
Bonus points for the awesome, perpetually confused guy who often helps me out. He's an endearing and decidedly tortoise-y fellow that always looks as if he's just woken up from a deep sleep. I just want to keep in my pocket despite the fact that he gets my order wrong a lot and gets flustered when he can't remember how many chicken and veggie patties I want in addition to the beef.
Randy's, I salute you! and thanks for the great 2012 calendar you gave me yesterday. I'll be using it back home for sure.