This venue is closed.
Outside, the streets bump and buckle like 1980s Beirut but inside, thanks to car part light fixtures, a pressed-tin ceiling and the rose brocade wallpaper, this cavernous, bare-brick space conjures up an atmosphere of languid libertinism that’s more like 1890s New Orleans. As the name suggests, Wreck Room is something akin to a punk-rock community center: A pool table offers stimulation on those rare nights when DJs aren't spinning slinky industrial jams or when bands aren't playing gritty trash rock. During the latter nights (mostly weekends), a double-doored buffer confines the din to the back room with its delightfully over-the-top tropical mural and thereby leaves the eerily indistinguishable boys and girls in black T-shirts to their earnest, tallboy-fueled conversations about the art of making 'zines.Credit Card Minimum
There is a $15 minimum for credit cards.
Picnics with a view, roller-skating nostalgia, and a party for gay headbangers.