The Marquis
Marquis For Lunch I had just finished my meeting and had some time to kill. It was a beautiful hot summers day and as I walked from Russel Square tube station I looked at the time. It was just after two and thought I might as well get a drink, something to eat and kill a couple of hours rather than heading back to the office. As I walked down Marchmont Street, I came to a nice looking pub called the Marquis Cornwallis. Huge numbers of young people mingled outside, drink in hand, carefree. It looked inviting so I stepped inside. In contrast to the outside there were only about ten people in the pub. Clearly the sunshine outside being preferable but I needed to work and needed a table so needs must. Many tables …