November 28, 2001
From the outside, this place looks run down. It's old, some of the letters are missing from "Marquis," (the Q, U, and I) and the parking lot is all broken. So, I walk in. I look around. I have been transported to 1975. Wood-paneling covers the walls, lime green, yellow, and orange dominate the room by way of 70s vinyl-covered chairs and fake "wood" formica tables. To my right is an old jukebox, loudly playing Robert Earl Keen, David Allen Coe, Jimmy Buffett, 80s tunes, or whatever anyone wants to pay 25 cents to hear. The whole scenerio screamed "rec room" to me, like I was going to a party in someone's basement in the 70s to play spin-the-bottle.
The bar is to my left. I must get there. Quickly. That's it, past the pool tables, and the regulars in the corner. Aw, the bar. The Marquis is well-known for their Long Island iced teas. They come in two sizes: large and larger. The large is around $5, the bigger size is $8. The taste is okay, but after a few sips, I didn't notice it. They also offer up other drinks and bottled beers, but looking around I see: everyone else is drinking Long Islands.
Ok, so I sit down with my friends at a table and start looking around. Everyone there is young and hip and good-looking - why are they here? Well, I still don't know. There are some dart boards here, too, and some more pool tables around the corner. Almost everyone seems to know the bouncer. And the bartender. And everyone sitting at the bar. But, still, it's a young crowd and they're all having a good time.
Around 10:30, the place seemed to really be filling up, but we had to go. "Interesting" is about the only word I have for this place.
From journal Rice Village/West U Area