It may call itself heaven, but Marcus' has a proximity closer to hell. Walk through the bar's entrance and you're quickly presented with a steep flight of stairs. Once you've successfully maneuvered yourself down those stairs, you find an exceedingly dim affair, almost cavelike—a man-made rock shelter serving stiff pours and wily martinis. On weekend nights the place bustles; during non-amateur hours it can be like your own personal speakeasy. (88 Yesler Way, 624-3323.)