A Hip Enclave in Happy Holler
The Marlowe’s sophisticated vibe lives up to its Raymond Chandler-esque name.
The night was as thick as a conman’s promise, and the streetlights of Knoxville’s Central Street flickered like the last gasps of a dying star. We found ourselves standing before The Marlowe, a joint at 1123 North Central Street, the kind of place where the clink of glasses and murmur of low conversations promised a temporary escape from the city’s hard edges.
Walking through the arched doorway, we were greeted by an atmosphere that was!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->…