Sometimes even going to restaurant with the lowest of expectations in hand can leave you disappointed.
No. 1 Chinese at 50 Avenue B has to be the worst excuse for Americanized Chinese food I've ever encountered. I wouldn't flinch at their inflated prices had they used my money to buy some decent ingredients or hire a talented chef. Instead I received frozen breaded chicken chunks in a sauce straight from a jar and steamed shrimp dumplings whose only distinguishing characteristic was an overwhelming aroma of old shrimp and raw scallions. Even the complimentary fried noodles they give you with your meal were fried in ancient oil and were too greasy for human consumption.
I ate in the takeout room but the waitress told me the only difference between that and the main restaurant is that the prices are even higher over there. You could put on a pair of blinders and stumble into any restaurant in Chinatown and find a vastly superior meal. Frank should stick to the business of cooking slightly more than mediocre Italian food.