It was a weekend of warm raindrops, the first sweaty night of the summer, and the official grand opening of Wonderville, the arcade-themed bar that had taken over the space since the voluntary departure of Secret Project Robot. Where beer-soaked hipsters once scrimmaged for space to alternative tunes, now large luminous boxes sat and glowed like radioactive tombs, with such names as “Killer Queen,” “Slam City Oracles” and, more ominously, “Nothing Good Can Come of This.”