611 Pennsylvania Avenue
Hartshorne, OK 74547
Pittsburg County
Phone: (918) 297-3140
Fax: unknownWebsite: no website on fileEmail: no email on fileHours: unknown
by allie c. on I'll do the clubbing thing once in a blue and tonight i actually went back to Marquee for the first time in like 3 years or something. My friend was throwing a party so we decided to check it out. The only reason i went was because his table was upstairs in the hiphop room and i was in the mood to dance. Took my homegirl with me, had about 3 drinks danced to the less than decent pop/hiphop music, and left. That place is whack. Not coming back. It's a very diff experience if you're a youngin 17-21. It's fun, exciting and you don't really mind the crowd. Befriend promoters and it's skipping the line, no cover, and free drinks. Head elsewhere after..
by Kim C. on The spelling of this restaurants name, really annoys me. They serve food til 2:30 am, which is great for late night delicious eats. They have a nice wine list, with a fair amount of "by the glass options." It was pretty packed last night, and it was a Thursday night, so I can't imagine a Friday or Saturday night. The space is definitely compact, but minimalist and avoids feeling cluttered. The bartender wasn't particularly quick, friendly or efficient. Our server, however, was great. The food was good, some of it was great . . . The rissotto was delicious, the hummus was very good, the fire roasted pork rivaled the gnocchi for my favorite menu item. The gnocchi may be the best that I have ever had. ever. All in all, I was pleased with my experience at Top Flr and will return.
by Bill Banse on I always stayed away from this bar, even though I live down the street. Everytime I looked in, it just looked so terrible. But the pool table was full at my local hole so I popped in with a former lover of mine to knock around some balls. So after we got our ID's swiped we asked for a couple beers. My buddy, a fairly non-obvious homo, offerfed to pick up my drink, as he was sleeping at my place(on my couch). The 'tender didn't understand. "Wait", she said with an eyebrow raised "you want you want to buy his drink. Why?" You'd think spending your nights behind a bar in this city it wouldn't be your first time seeing one man buy another man a drink. But, oh well, so we got our beers, and went to the pool table, which was empty as a...empty as the rest of the place really. So a few minutes go by. A man walks in. Eighties hair. Eighties suit. Eighties mustache. Eighties briefcase. Kind of awesome really. He and the 'tender then talked about his troubles with his nephew, who he had just seen for Easter or I don't remember what holiday it was and how his nephew is gay and how he doesn't know what to because his mother isn't pissed off enough. The woman behind the bar had nothign but sympathy. So we finished our second game, and left. Two games, one beer, and a terrible experience. They do get a second star because I suppose there are backwater homophobes who need something to wet their lips and pour down their throat. They can go to this place. They'll be the only ones.
