Express Metals at 8094 Excelsior Blvd, Hopkins, MN 55343

The people here actually give a damn. No attitude, no runaround—just quick, no-nonsense service. I’ve been to other scrapyards where you feel like you’re wasting your time, but this place? Worth the drive. ---

Stopped by Express Metals to offload some scrap metal—copper and brass mostly—and they made it stupid easy. No waiting, no hassle, just walked in, got weighed, got paid. Cash in hand in under 10 minutes. Can’t ask for much more than that. ---

I’m turning 80, and my husband’s not doing well, so I don’t have the strength to haul heavy stuff anymore. Last time I went to Express Metals, a guy helped me unload without me even asking. I tried to tip him, but another employee shut that down fast—said it was just his job. Then the next time I went, some guy flat-out told me no one’s allowed to help because of an accident where a woman lost a finger. So what’s the real policy? One day they help, the next they won’t even touch it. It’s confusing as hell when you’re just trying to get rid of junk. ---

This place runs like a well-oiled machine. The staff knows their stuff, they’re polite, and they don’t mess around—you get paid exactly what you’re owed, down to the last cent. Other scrapyards in the area lowball you or drag their feet, but not here. And the best part? They’ll take *anything*. I’ve seen people bring in weirdest crap, and they’ll still cut you a check. If you’ve got scrap to sell, this is where you go. ---

The layout here is actually smart. The entrance is in a spot where you don’t have to fight traffic to turn in, and once you’re past the gate, the recycling drop-off is dead ahead—no guessing where to go. The crew doesn’t waste your time either. I’d barely parked when someone was already walking over to help. Since it was my first time, they told me to wait by my truck while the forklift guy brought me a bin. Dude was friendly, asked what I had, and boom—next thing I know, there’s a bin right at my tailgate. He even gave me a magnet to test my bike frame (turns out it was aluminum, which I should’ve known). Weighed the steel, sent me inside for the aluminum, scanned a barcode, and—done. Cash in hand. No fuss, no confusion. I’ll be back.