"Like most of the other furnishings in the room- a maple chest, a small sofa, and a big armchair with footstool- they were all picked up by Serpico in secondhand shops around the city....He gets his cigars in a little shop near the garment center, hand rolled on the spot for him....He has scouted places like this all over the city... to an obscure street in Brooklyn for freshly made Polish sausage called kielbasy, still further out in Brooklyn for the newly ground Turkish coffee he savors periodically, to an Italian butcher off Ninth Avenue in Manhattan who makes his own Genoa salami, to a cheese store on the Lower East Side for fresh mozzarella."
You seem to know an awful lot of detail about Manhattan for a Texan, don't you?