Where can you buy a cut-price cafe table, an industrial-size meat grinder, a sequined miniskirt, $42 steak frites, pop art, and zany chandeliers, all on one street?
I'm talking downtown New York. Very downtown.
Another clue: Where will you see hipsters lining up to ponder contemporary art next to drifters waiting for a bed in a shelter - near a corner named after Joey Ramone?
The Bowery, of course. The. Because there's definitely only one.
Running just a mile from deep within Chinatown up to Fourth Street, where it's spliced into Third and Fourth Avenues and disappears, the Bowery is short in length but long in legend.
I gleaned its modern essence by brunching at the Bowery Diner.
The diner seemed old-school - ketchup on the table in my narrow booth; milkshakes on the menu; cheap chili; friendly, fuss-free service. But it opened only two years ago, replacing the Sunshine Hotel - "hotel" in the loose sense, because it was a flophouse.
Close to the New Museum, a contemporary-art highlight, the diner on this day was populated by said hipsters, wearing woolly beanie hats indoors, as they like to do. Sitting in the next booth was a man with a shock of white hair wearing a black sweater - who, I realized, was Jim Jarmusch. But the independent filmmaker wasn't taking a break from shooting a movie; he was eating with his family.
That's the Bowery now, no longer Skid Row or even very edgy - but definitely still quirky and cool, although going upmarket fast. Since my visit, the Bowery Diner has been closed by its owner, rising New York chef Mathieu Palombino, who is in the process of turning it into a pop-up French bistro, Chez Jef.
Getting a little fancy might not prevent a perennial neighborhood issue, however. Staff at the diner and other local eateries have learned to deal diplomatically with, on the one hand, kids as high as kites rolling in from the clubs and, on the other, guys from the mission sidling in to use the bathroom or to cadge a bite.
The Bowery Mission, a few doors down, has been offering beds to homeless men in New York since 1879. Even in 1999 there were still 200 shelters and flophouses on the Bowery, where down-and-outs lived in dormitories or grubby cubicles with chicken wire for a ceiling.
The mission is the most visible holdout from those days, its red brick and stained-glass window contrasting with the tall, frosted glass box of the museum and a new art gallery nearby, or the designer-rusted, distressed chic of a new apartment building.
"I moved here from SoHo 18 months ago because it feels more real, less Prada," said Carolina Sandretto, a commercial photographer who lives in the apartment building.
Broadway and the Bowery are the oldest thoroughfares in Manhattan, following footpaths worn by the Lenape Indians. The Bowery, named by Dutch settlers in the 17th century when it connected agricultural land to the heart of the nascent city at the tip of the island, derives from the Dutch word for farm.
The city grew northward, and the Bowery briefly thrived. But as the eastern boundary of the violent Five Points slum, it had a fleeting hold on prosperity. From the 1850s, flophouses and brothels were its calling card. The last 15 to 20 years of change has brought a patchwork character.
The southern third of the Bowery, below Grand Street, is classic Chinatown, with its denizens bustling among stores selling Chinese medicine, dumplings, vegetables, and fish, the air infused with sesame and soy.
The middle third is dotted with hip postindustrial spots that include the New Museum, galleries selling modern art, and the General, the trendy Asian fusion restaurant and jazz venue.
Outside the bargain boutique Sohotel, at Bowery and Broome, one could see actress Chloe Sevigny dreamily drift by. No heads turn. Downtown, normal.
These touches notwithstanding, the street here is dominated by old-fashioned restaurant supply and lighting stores, one after the other in a profusion that I found both amusing and comforting. If only I needed a huge steel food mixer or a faux-crystal chandelier right now, I'd be all set. The furniture store cluttered with cafe tables and seating is called Chair Up (get it?). Many of the outdoor surfaces are anointed with tags that dance groovily on the razor's edge between graffiti and street art.
Continuing to Houston Street and farther north, I became more conflicted. There's a Whole Foods and a 7-Eleven. On the Bowery? Really? Keith McNally's failed posh pizzeria Pulino's will reopen this spring as Cherche Midi. Ooh-la-la.
Then I reached "Joey Ramone Place," a slice of street named to honor the vocalist of the band synonymous with the club that for three-decades-plus was synonymous with the Bowery, CBGB. It's hard to believe that this cradle of punk and art rock is now a John Varvatos clothier selling $1,200 suit jackets. The store kept the old stage and fragments of music posters on the wall preserved under glass.
Then there's Daniel Boulud's chichi place on the corner. Here you'll find the steak frites, or two sausages for $25, and a liberal and not impecunious crowd - probably the future of the Bowery. But the eatery's sardonic name? DBGB.
In a similar spirit, developers have filed plans to renovate an old Salvation Army shelter adjacent to the Mission to be operated by the Ace Hotel group as a "faux hostel," which real-estate watchers define as an overpriced, basic-service hotel.
Across the street is Patricia Field's eponymous boutique. The Sex and the City costume designer has been a downtown style icon since the 1960s. Pink wigs, sparkly garments, neon, sexy leather jeans, and accessories paying tribute to late local art rebel Keith Haring abound. Prices $5 and way up. Rap star Missy Elliott pops in to shop sometimes.
"How would I describe my style?" said store assistant and drag performance artist Dick Van Dick under my quizzing. He was sporting a mini-snood, weird tattoos, and a velvet tank top over vinyl shorts and ripped fishnets. "Um, postapocalyptic chic?"
Added his coworker Will Noguchi, a 22-year-old import from Burke, Va.: "There's still a downtown scene in New York, but you have to look for it. There are parties every night around here."
Twentysomethings - check out the Bowery Electric club.
Being not twentysomething, I preferred to watch the city's own revivalist funk-soul masters Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings bring down the house at the warmly shabby Bowery Ballroom.