Mark's American Cuisine You're getting the brush-off, but you're getting it in style. Mark's has the proper solemnity for the most bittersweet of partings: It used to be a church, for God's sake. Mark's has tables perched high in the choir loft, vaulted ceilings and a communion rail-turned-bar. Confessions come easy in a place like this, and you can feel comfortable letting a tear drip down your cheek and into your raspberry tart. You can also slip to the bathroom, emit a few desperate sobs, and return to the table with your dignity intact.