Shipwrecked

Shipwrecked has a full bar, a raw bar, and a perpetual supply of $1 drafts. OK, so they're only ten-ounce glasses, but even on a New Times budget, that's just enough beer to help suck down a very slimy, very slippery bivalve mollusk. That's an oyster, in case you're wondering. Here at Shipwrecked, fishnets hang from the roof, and the dark oak bar, walls, and columns make the place feel like the hull of an old-timey ship. It's like being in the belly of a wooden Moby Dick. Or Monstro from Pinocchio, which might be more appropriate, seeing as Shipwrecked has taken the family-friendly approach. Two-toned pictures, mounted fish, and carved signs hang all over the bar to keep your blurry mind busy. For your hands, there are two pool tables. On occasion, these serve as the foundation for beer pong tourneys and exhibition games. The TVs are old-school; no jazzy HD or fancy flat panels. Shipwrecked keeps it retro. But the real entertainment is watching the bartenders balance their sense of duty to all their customers without getting the heebie-jeebies. They brush off the creepy comments and lame come-ons and put on a hell of a show as they keep everybody's glass full without missing a beat. The mix of deck hands and boat captains creates a sense of camaraderie. Or maybe it's just the happy drunkenness. Shipwrecked has a damned decent beer selection that includes Warsteiner and Harp on tap. On Thursday, women drink free. Happy hour is 4 to 7 p.m. Monday through Friday, which means 35-cent wings and half-off well drinks. For the in-the-biz folks, 20 percent off the entire check after 10 in the p.m.