After nearly three weeks in NYC I still felt slightly detached from the city. It was only after a morning scouring thrift shops for furniture & 'stuff' for a friend's apartment that I found my way into what the real New York is all about. After a lot of odd conversations and chats that were so more sincere than any other meeting I had had in the last 21 days I found an answer. It was then that I haggled like a local for a kitchen table, caught a ride back (for another haggled $20 delivery & the trip home myself!), made an odd stop on the way courtesy of the driver to a famous 2nd hand furniture dealership, met some very dodgy looking people, ran sooo many red lights in a scary journey across town and was helped by a random person to take my heavy (but - oh such a bargain!) table up two flights to the apartment. I cracked open a beer and realised that this is a great city after all. PS. I'm trying to go back to live - must have been a hell of an epiphany (oh, btw the 'friend' is the real reason but I don't think I can put him as a recommendation).
East 23rd Street - a whole line of them in one street!
Is this your business?