Long known simply as the only gay bar north of the Lake Washington Ship Canal, Changes made national news a couple years ago when, during one of its karaoke nights, a young woman violently attacked a male patron. His crime? Singing Coldplay’s “Yellow,” a song so loathed by the female patron that mere catcalls just wouldn’t do. A news clipping recounting this incident is framed and hung near the entryway in this tiny, narrow bar, which is aesthetically evocative of the Green Lantern, a late great Wallingford dive that did brisk business selling kegs to anyone who could present a picture ID, regardless of whether it said they were 21. What differentiates Changes from the Lantern has little to do with looks and everything to do with the predominantly male clientele’s preference for whispering sweet nothings into the ears of other men. But aside from that precondition and the rainbow color scheme of Changes’ logo, the only thing that will tip you off to the fact that it’s a gay bar is the music, which tilts stereotypically toward Rihanna and Beyoncé remixes. Other than that, there are pull tabs, softball trophies, a pool table, and plasma screens tuned to sports—and not much waxing and ab-sculpting going on among the bar’s casual, average-Joe crowd.