I visited Merc Bar for the 3rd time on Thursday night to meet some friends. I was never that impressed by it before, but wasn't opposed to it like I am now after that night. We had to signal one female server over so someone at my table could order another beer. She responded like she was being inconvenienced. When a \"Boulder Hazed and Confused\" was ordered, she looked like the guy was crazy and said, \"I don't think we have that\" to which he replied, \"I just had one.\" So, not only was she annoyed by having to serve us, she didn't even know the bar menu like the back of her hand like any good server would.\n\nOn to my difficulties in getting a drink: a male server came over to bus our table and take any orders. I ordered another glass of wine, and over the next 20 minutes, I watched him serve/bus other tables, hug patrons, and open a Christmas gift. No vino for me. The only positive part of the night was when I went to the bartender, told him what occurred, and he comped my wine. The bartenders seem less aloof, so I suggest getting all of your drinks from them.\n\nThe Merc Bar seems to be one of those places to go if you're only interested in being seen, mingling with douchey patrons, and you're not concerned about receiving good service (even though their mixed speciality drinks command $12). It is like the Neiman Marcus of bars, where some of the employees act like they are better than you are, even though they work there and you're the one there spending money. On the upside, they had a band and their seating is inviting, but the wait staff remove that vibe almost immediately.