After I got my eyebrows arched via some wild flying bottle rockets, I ventured through the streets dodging fireworks until I made it to Marquee. I absolutely love the dessert, and the vibe they serve up each week, but I think folks we’re too tired from cooking up their kid’s hot dogs and hamburger patties to party like they needed to. I was good with the turn down because I needed all the rest for the long stroll through the west side so I could try to catch a snippet of Fair St. Louis.