It'll drive our copy desk crazy that the name of this place is CQ (Wikipedia it, Einstein). But we must bring the goodness to you. Every visit reveals something we never knew existed. A yellow enamel one-piece complete kitchen that looks like you should buy it for a giant Barbie doll. A hand-carved tiki bar with red-velour-topped stools. At 20,000 square feet, the showroom seems endless. You gotta be tough, though; CQ is not some Melrose-on-Seventh boutique with a John Waters clone sliding up to discuss the provenance of a cocktail table. There's stuff from the '80s on consignment here, as well — avert your eyes. Then peep a suite of Broyhill easy chairs with original upholstery, or the clean lines and light wood of sturdy bedroom sets, or lamps and lampshades that must be breeding behind our backs, they're so numerous. It's old-school shopping: the treasure hunt with the unexpected payoff.