a last ditch campaign trying to save the building, so fingers crossed), but in the meantime the 2nd Avenue mainstay is still serving a half-dozen dog options, and pouring stiff drinks in its festive but casual space.Opened a mile or so from UW in 1934, when the law required bars to be at least that far from the school, this wood-heavy tavern spent the middle part of the century as a destination for literary figures like Roethke, Dylan Thomas, and Allen Ginsberg.They stand for the next 15 minutes nervously twiddling straws and re-tucking shirts. Since the advent of Tinder, Grindr, Tingle, and numerous other dating apps, the attention span of the dating world has shrunk.At a conference in Los Angeles earlier this year, Tinder CEO Sean Rad told press that the app now matches 10 million people every day. Today I am, because I make the rules and I can change them if I want to. Uh, because I went speed dating this week, and chances are, you're probably curious about what that is/whether it was fun and if you should try it, and I've got your back. (Note: I've taken measures to protect the some of the innocent, stupid, and/or ridiculous people I met last night. Also, this story involves complete strangers, and therefore, is unlikely to come back to haunt me.Their process seems to work and they have proved successful at matches over and over again.With 2 million dates and thousands of dating success stories to show for it, let the experienced folks at Let’s Just Lunch improve your chances for dating success.
Speed-dating has become ironic; it’s actually one of the slowest forms of dating around.Nowadays it's a destination for music lovers thank's to live shows almost every night.Boasting low light, a low ceiling, slightly sticky surfaces, and a floor covered in the shells of free peanuts, this genuinely divey Cap Hill institution is another beloved bar that may soon be torn down by developers, but will remain a can't-miss establishment until its seemingly inevitable demise.Speed-daters, by contrast, have on any given night around 10 potential matches.The only preconditions are that they have all paid some money, dressed up a bit, come to a bar in town, and pinned on a name badge.Fast Forward to last night: My girlfriends and I show up to Xino in Santa Monica, dressed up, and ready to make snap judgments about the eligibility of strange men.We were each assigned a number and given a card with three columns printed on it.In column 1, you wrote the number of the guy you're dating, in column 2 his name, and in column 3, what you ranked him on scale from "Maybe, let's have one more drink" to "Never in a million years" (no joke, it said that on the scale).After mingling at the bar for a bit, we all sat down at a long table, where there was an empty chair next to each woman.I spend half an hour setting up the room, putting café numbers on the tables, and writing out name badges.Then the daters arrive, in ones and twos, slowly filling the bar.