It must seem somewhat peculiar for me to go banging on about The Scrap Bar when so many other locales are circling the drain these days, especially since The Scrap Bar basically closed up shop in the mid-90's.
Yeah, it's been long gone for quite some time, but since posting that entry about the place the other day, it's been on my mind, so when I found myself strolling south on MacDougal Street yesterday, I figured I'd go pay my respects.
As you can see here and here, the former exterior of the Scrap Bar boasted some far-out metalwork designed to broadcast the post-apocalypitc bunker aesthetic of the place. In most instances, when places close up shop, the slate is wiped clean, and all evidence of that particular incarnation vanishes. Not so with the Scrap Bar.
I'm not sure what takes place now -- if anything -- in the subterranean space the Scrap Bar formerly occupied, but I was heartened to see some remnants of the old exterior's metallic spillover still in evidence on MacDougal Street. It was probably too much work to fully dismantle.