Does New York mexican food really suck?

OK chowhounds, here's your challenge.

Our friends all warned us before we moved from Ft. Worth that the Mexican food in NYC stinks. No, to be more precise, I should say that we were warned that what passes for Mexican food up here would be worse than week-old leftovers from Taco Cabana. That what New Yorkers called "Mexican" was in fact overpriced, high-falutin' Southwestern garbage of the Coyote Cafe/Mark Miller variety that even a Californian-turned-Austinite would recognize as a crime against nature. Or worse yet, that "Mexican" up here meant a limp California perversion consisting of humongous, tasteless burrito "wraps"--I shudder even to mention that word!

Before we threw in the towel, though, we thought we'd give it a try. Zagat's and Sidewalk have been useless, written by New Yorkers for New Yorkers. What we're looking for is the stuff that every Texan will recognize instantly as a piece of home. For some, this means Tex-Mex like Joe T's or La Familia in Ft. Worth, or Guero's or Las Manitas in Austin. It means incredible mole sauce; pecan pralines in Saran wrap by the register; piping hot tortillas made like they do at Ninfa's; Lone Star or Shiner on tap, and of course, iced and salted margaritas on demand; $7 combo plates so big that you're set for lunch the next day; salsa made fresh every day, sometimes twice a day, served with greasy chips so thick and crunchy that you're likely to sever an artery if you bite one wrong; maybe even off-the-menu items like roast cabrito tacos; greasy migas with chorizo for Sunday breakfasts; and finally, food that's not-too greasy going down, but is sure to give you a lard-induced food coma.

So what do you say, chowhounds, does it exist up here? Help us Obi-Wan, you're our only hope!