Andrew W.
Yelp
It was readily apparent within the first few minutes I sat down at the bar that The Liberties has a clientele of regulars: The bartenders are on a first-name basis with them, know where they're from, what they've been doing, what they like to drink, and will spend nearly fifteen minutes laboring over one cocktail for one of these customers, deliberating on just the right ingredients, garnish, etc. Now, if you are one of these lucky regulars, that is probably pretty great. If, however, you are sitting between these regulars, watching the bartenders walk back and forth past you yet unable to get any service despite an empty beer glass, no food, no water, for a good half-hour-plus, well...
I can't say what the food was like because no one ever came around to ask if I wanted any. I was interested in trying something, but by the time a server finally realized I was there, I was more than ready to leave. Watching the downright obsequious service their regulars were getting while I was virtually invisible was offensive. And since I haven't got the time, patience, or low self-esteem needed to sit there until the staffers finally notice me enough to let me order a second beer, I don't think I will be back.