The Wreck Room

Nob Hill, San Francisco –

Perched on the western slope of the normally mellow neighborhood of Nob Hill, there’s a bustling arcade-meets-sports-bar called The Wreck Room.

The black brick façade has all the standard trappings of a dive, but inside, the clean lacquered floors, fancy fake vintage beer signs, and wall of top-shelf liquor cater to a classier set of sports fans.

Late afternoons see beer-drinking young suits fresh from their Downtown offices playing on the lone pool table, while sorority alums up from the Marina clink cosmos and break their nails on the dartboard.

When the night is in full flare, a line of Stephen Curry imitators takes turns vying for the top score on the pop-a-shot game, which blasts arena tunes and moves erratically to test the drunken hoop stars on their jump shots.

Along the opposite wall, double-fisters admire the state-of-the-art shuffleboard, which sports a scoreboard that eradicates any debate on that last four-pointer.

Fridays and Saturday see the place packed with prepsters tanked up on whiskey or a slew of colorful cocktails, and someone invariably starts using the pool cues as light sabers in a stumbling Star Wars reenactment.

Thankfully, Bud Light tallboys and shots of Beam specials take these former pledges away from sci-fi nerdom and back to reality, and everyone wakes up the next morning bleary eyed and sour-mouthed realizing why this glorious frat house of a bar is called The Wreck Room.