Like a lot of New Yorkers, I’ve always depended on a humble window AC unit to survive summer’s swampy grip. For nearly a decade, my old Frigidaire did its best: It was dented from three moves, louder ...

This spring, I decided enough was enough. It was time to get a grown-up air conditioner that wouldn’t wake me (and all my neighbors) up every time it hummed to life. So I did what any Brooklynite who ...