So we're walking down The Strip and when Penn Ave starts to empty out and we're about to turn around we're like, "What's that odd brick building standing by itself?" Bar Marco.
We didn't pay attention to the time but just walked in since we saw people sitting at the bar. Even though it was a small, "early private even't the server welcomed us in and we sat ourselves in the corner, specifically in the spot featured in Matt O's photo-the bright sun felt nice but was REALLY bright. We ordered two drinks and they were delicious-fresh, strong and complex. Had the meatballs and they were okay (meatball snob)-fresh marinara, it seemed ...but here's the thing. Martin J's recent review is very interesting to me and not really all that surprising.
While sitting there I noticed books on the little bookcase beside us-old books. For a place that serves food and drink this rubbed me the wrong way. Next up I had to go the bathroom, which was a mess. If I remember correctly the ceiling fan had so much dust in it I was waiting for a spark. Plus, our server had the giggles. And why is that building standing by itself....
So, when I'm paying $12 for a drink (and YES, they are exceptional-SHUT UP!) I expect my surroundings to also be exceptional. At least the bartender had a well-kept handlebar mustache....