To me half of this thread reads like "I hate London, Leicester Square's a shithole, Tower Bridge is boring, the weather's shit, so is the food, there are Big Issue sellers everywhere you look and people sleeping in doorways"
Not everyone likes being in a city, fair enough. And there are cities and there are cities. But if you're going to go and visit one, particularly a big, pulsating, renowned one, and you don't have friends there, or friends who know it well, you have to do some research so you're not just skating over the touristy surface of it.
(I can't believe how many comments there are about JFK! Yes - big and annoying and takes ages to get into town - but so what. It's such a small part of your experience in NYC. You're going to sit around moaning about the airport?!)
I lived in Manhattan for a few years; the first six weeks or so, I only knew the people I worked directly with, so I didn't have a social life as such; and I was in a temporary apartment. But even then - it was all such a rich experience; the walk-ups, the BOILING apartment (it was winter, and the unturnoffable heating was on full blast), getting buses across the city, and the subway to and from the upper east side. The supermarkets; the steam coming up through the roads, the people and the accents, the SCENES everywhere. Wandering Lafayette Street, the lower east side, eating at diners with my (one
) work friend.
And then I made more friends, and moved downtown, and was catapulted into NYC proper. It's hard to describe but it was just non-stop experience - the noise, the dirt, the energy; a deserted Broadway on a Sunday afternoon after a snowstorm, infiltrating private views and drinking the champagne, rooftop parties, bars behind secret doors, lazy afternoons in Central Park, the cinema in summer to escape the heat, super fancy restaurant one day, a tiny strip-lit place in Chinatown for dumplings or pork buns the next; snow in Little Italy at Christmas, classical music at the BAM, jazz in Tribeca, some grungy band on the Lower East Side. Hanging out at Space Untitled on a Saturday afternoon; the Plaza for tea, the Waldorf for cocktails; dinner in the west village, shopping at Barneys, Urban Outfitters, Pearl River; Shabu Shabu on St Marks; movie stars and opera singers for neighbours. There was always so much to do, see, taste, feel. I had a BLAST.
As a tourist - you've got to get past the clichés and the tourist traps and get some insider information; if you want to have a good time you need to immerse yourself, not just plod from one tourist attraction to the next!
There's a reason it's so beloved, and that's its spirit and soul, which you won't find on Times Square.