The Wreck Room: On a dark, deserted street, in a section that looks post-apocalyptic even by Bushwick's low standards, un-imposingly sits the Wreck Room. Essentially a well-lit version of the LES's Motor City bar, nearby art students and those with similarly dire finances nurse economical selections, such as $2 Rolling Rocks, in the view of an impressive hanging gallery of classic car bumpers, complete with working head- and tail-lights. If it's diversion you need, two pool tables and the occasional video game help to fill the big space. Or you can just grab a seat in a leather bucket-seat booth, and hope your skin doesn't stick like those times you drive to the beach. On weekends, there's an assortment of local punk rock bands performing at ear-torturing decibel levels amidst a hilariously out-of-place painted tropical backdrop, giving the room the effect of a giant bodega sign. A little too new and semi-stylish to really be considered a dive, but a good cheap time, nonetheless. |
