Getting started

[xela]

There used to be a coffeehouse in Seattle called The Last Exit. It was Seattle's oldest coffeehouse, founded 1967, and it's the original of all the "Seattle style" coffeehouses you find everywhere now. Thing is, they're all modeled on it, but at three removes: they all imitate Starbucks, but Starbucks is a knockoff of a half-dozen older Seattle coffeehouses, that were all in turn imitating the Exit. And they all lack the key thing that made The Last Exit work as a place for people to hang out and meet new people: big tables.

Most people (most Americans, anyway) aren't willing to walk up to a stranger and ask to share their table. But the Exit had a half-dozen large round tables — tables that would seat eight people with plenty of elbow room, and a dozen if they were friendly. Even someone as shy and gawky as I was at eighteen could feel comfortable taking a chair at one of these tables that already had one or two people at it. And then more people would show up, and someone would ask if you wanted to split a pot of coffee, and before you knew it you'd be in a conversation. (The Exit didn't sell coffee by the cup, they sold it by the pot, and a pot was four cups — more than most people want to drink on their own. I hadn't thought of it before, but "split a pot of coffee?" was probably the other major ingredient in making the Exit such an easy place to meet new people.)

I'm really not much less shy now than I was at eighteen, but now I live 3000 miles from Seattle, and I've never found another place like the Exit. My friend Kareila likes it here at livejournal, though, and I looked around and thought maybe this is a place I can find some of what I miss about the Exit.

So: anybody want to split a pot of coffee?

Comments

[kareila]

Welcome! Glad you're here. I'll pass on the coffee, though. ;)

[dawnstar.livejournal.com]

I don't drink coffee. Can I sit at your table anyway? :)

[phinnia.livejournal.com]

Sounds interesting. Kind of like the communal eating tables in the South?
(Hi.. you don't know me.. can I borrow part of your table and some of your coffee? :-D )

[kesiah.livejournal.com]

I like coffee...can I sit?

[yakshaver.livejournal.com]

Thanks. I'll convert you to the one true caffein someday, though.

[yakshaver.livejournal.com]

Sure; pull up a chair.

[yakshaver.livejournal.com]

Sure, pull up a chair. I don't know about communal tables in the south; want to tell me about how they work?

[yakshaver.livejournal.com]

Sure, plenty of room, and the coffee's still warm, even.

Re:

[phinnia.livejournal.com]

*foodie hat on*
Some restaurants apparently have a big family style serving thing, where you just show up and you have whatever they're eating. Fairly simple.
*foodie hat off*

[kareila]

Why can't we just celebrate our differences?

[alierak.livejournal.com]

Not to be confused with the one true cafeane and other such coke-wannabees.

[kareila]

Bork bork bork.

[jsc.livejournal.com]

Any friend of Kar's is a friend of mine. Welcome to the wide world of the LiveJournal. We don't bite.....at least not unless you ask.

I don't drink coffee either, i'm hyper enough already.

Most definitely

[nellwyn.livejournal.com]

I'll split one with you. At the rate you're going, I figure you're probably up to about 3 or 4 pots of coffee, so I'll buy. :)

That coffee place sounds great. Do I understand correctly that it doesn't exist any more?

[bluedaisy.livejournal.com]

I already know you, but I'll take some coffee. You can have some of my tea if you want, too =)

Welcome!

[yakshaver.livejournal.com]

Yes of course, and I like tea for the variety sometimes.

Re: Most definitely

[yakshaver.livejournal.com]

Sadly, yes. The Exit as I knew it closed in 1993. In June of that year I flew to Seattle on the redeye, my first time back after four years gone. I took Metro from the Airport and headed straight for the Exit. Got there about ten past seven and had breakfast --- a pot of coffee and a corn loaf with peanut butter and honey, something like $3.00. The same breakfast I'd eaten every day for years when I drove busses on the morning shift. I was only in Seattle for two days, but spent a good six hours there. There was no hint of trouble beyond the perennial rumor of the University of Washington, which owned the building, threatening eviction.

I didn't find out til my next visit to Seattle, in 1999, that the rumors had been true that time. It had moved to a different location, less than a mile, but it just wasn't the same, and it died its final death a few months later.