Marsbar - for that little taste of Munich and Düsseldorf right in the west of Hamburg!
I went there with a mate due to the simple fact that he likes the wine by the glass there. I hadn't visited the place before, because I know it's a favourite hangout of the Eppendorf Glitterati and hence doesn't exactly suit me down to the ground. Yet that evening at Marsbar turned out to be much more interesting than what I'd bargained for
But first things first: the vain bodybuilder-cum-waiter is in place, as is an abundance of the cashmere-clad wealthy. It can get rather crowded, even though Falkenried isn't exactly the cosiest of places - but to see and be seen is apparently of much greater importance than an inviting atmosphere to many. As it got dark, things got a lot more interesting: there was the loud, aging gold-digger (-turned-wife?), whose favourite pastime seems to be shouting names in her loudest voice, especially when she sees a rather well-known German TV chef sitting at the other end of the terrace. After a few more people's names she changed her approach and screamed the names of some holiday resorts. Needless to say, her voice was of the shrill kind and hard to overhear.
Yet Madmoiselle Namedropper wasn't the lady that left the biggest impression. That honour must go to a 40-something, sitting together with a bunch of obviously well-off friends, having a glass of wine. So far, so unimpressive - if it wasn't for the fact that she was obviously at her 15th glas and pissed senselessly. At first I thought it was some kind of candid camera comedy performance, but any sense of fun was lost when she, still sitting on her chair, fell to the side, not moving for a few seconds. One could hear a needle drop for a few moments, until a waiter (not Jean-Claude van Damme's bigger brother, but another, friendlier one) came to her rescue. And this was when I really couldn't believe my own eyes: not only couldn't her friends be arsed to help her, they also didn't feel bothered to take her home and to bed, preferring to stay until last orders instead. While Ms Boozer was still babbling and swaying relentlessly. I guess the Eppendorf Glitterati have their own etiquette
It may be unfair that this grotesque evening will forever dominate my impression of Marsbar, but a bar is very much defined by its costumers. And, based on this visit, I have to say they're a strange lot. Apart from that I can commend their Ginger Ale (served with ice and a slice of orange!) and mint tea - the drinks selection in general seems to be decent, tough not exactly cheap.
So go there if you consider yourself part of the upper class hoi polloi or if you have a penchant for the weirdly embarrassing. Just know what you can expect. read more