by Dennis Kornbluh
On a recent evening, I emerged from the Lincoln Grand cinema with my wife, daughter and friends into a bitter cold wind that was blowing down “O” Street. Somehow I had left my gloves and hat at home, even though I knew the mercury was hovering around the single digits. A friend suggested that we pop into the Marz Bar near the corner of 12th and “O” Streets for a bite to eat. She had apparently been there before and was eager to return. I had never been, but at that moment I would have gladly entered any warm space.
When I opened the door, I was rewarded with a rush of warm air and was immediately struck by the other-worldly appearance of the interior. A self-supported set of doors stood before me. I walked through them and took in a large, softly lit room with brick walls and a high ceiling that was decorated with sparkling, multi-colored globes. A long, elegant bar extended along the right, backlit bottle racks and flat-screen televisions hovering on the walls. A series of half-moon shaped booths resided along the left wall. At the north end, a balcony decorated with a large mural overlooked the interior. It was an unexpectedly dramatic setting, and I was intrigued.
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