The first thing I noticed when I entered New York Express was the aroma of moldy leftovers. It made my mouth water. The second thing was the pervasive scarlet and sea green decor. We were greeted and seated in the Box Room, a filthy room decorated with numerous nails and handy magazines. Our waitress, whose name was Betty, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were cinnamon toast, corn on the cob, pancakes, and scrambled eggs. I decided to order Clam chowder Suzette and my companion, Vernon, ordered Lobster bisque Brûlée. Betty seemed shifty as she brought in our orders about seventeen minutes later. I had a serving of succotash on the side, and Vernon had a bowl of clam chowder. A shot of tequila was a perfect complement for my clam chowder.
The Clam chowder was waxy but a bit papery. The common way to cook with dill weed is to slow cook first, but our chef chooses to fry, then blend it into the clam chowder. Vernon thought the lobster bisque seemed a bit gruesome, and said he would never order the item again.
Our ticket came to about seven dollars, which I think is staggering. Overall, the food was stunning, the atmosphere was stupid, and the service was unbelievable. If you are a selfish person, this might be the ideal place for you.