CC Club

who ever wrote shit about the head cook at the cc club is dumb ass since he took over the kitchen the food is 100 times better and customers say so and your a sad person for talking shit get a life and stop talking your bullshit

to the person that talked shit about the new head cook at the cc club since he started the food and specials are the bomb your just a broke girl with and wishes and dreams and couldn’t afford the fries get a new dream life lady you look like a dogs ass shaved

Love this place! But the head cook makes me uncomfortable. #1 Don’t complain about the ownership. #2 Don’t try to hit on patrons. #3 The hangover fries now suck. —- Sitting at your own bar and complaining about how much the ownership sucks is just bad, bad form and doesn’t leave customers feeling very welcome or feeling like the employees have much respect for where they work… never leaves a good taste in one’s mouth. — Trying to hit on patrons is uncalled-​for and inappropriate. — The hangover fries used to have this awesome ooey-​gooey cheese sauce drizzled all over. Now there’s a flavorless-​curdled-​cheese-​mess half-​heartedly thrown on top. — Sad. I’m uninclined to return, unless I only want to drink and know the head cook won’t be there, because the tenders and atmosphere are awesome.

I don’t usually write Unilocal reviews it since this place got a lot of negative reviews, I feel like I should share my positive one. I loved this place! I love dive bars and places like this and my friends and I just kept forgetting that we were in Uptown still. I felt like I was in a small town in Wisconsin. Cheap beer for industry night. The server didn’t come around super awesome but we also didn’t need her too so we didn’t care. Lots of game and good music and cool people and great vibes. Would definitely go back :)

This is one of my favorite bars, but the girl bartender on Sundays sucks at being a human. She turned the Mars Volta down so she could hear her own stupid voice. She reminds me of a girl that goes to Coachella and pretends to know something about every single band. Don’t sit at the bar on Sundays, unless you are willing to watch a mouth spit verbal garbage in to your eyes. Excellent chicken strips, though.

I’ve visited CC several times over the years: a half dozen in 80s through ‘00s, then a few times right after French Meadow (next door) took ownership but hadn’t fully settled in with food or staff, and then recently with a mix of music friends from Mpls. and the east coast. Obviously this place has a long and storied history, and I’ve been tracking its changes with some trepidation.
The bottom line is that I’d been fond of this place in its earlier iteration as the best mixed-​patron dive bar ever, where you went to drink and people watch but didn’t order food unless it was late at night and you were desperate, and I love it more now: The changes are subtle and respectful to the original place’s history and vibe (the clientele remains eclectic, if leaning toward tattooed hipster, and the door bouncer is just the right amount of surly), but now you can eat! I’m surprised that although the organic French Meadow owns the place, they’ve kept a lot of the bar food fried-​food options on the menu, and haven’t messed with the atmosphere, but in the new, upgraded version there are even vegetarian options. Craving carbs and bar food, I ordered some tater tots with cheese sauce as our «appetizer», and was a little blown away that the cheese sauce was a spicy artisan cheddar concoction — fried junk food to eat with beers, given a tasty twist. Delicious. Breakfast was similar to the nice offerings at French Meadow and is offered all day until 1 a.m. Most of us went for breakfast orders and were happy campers. The beer list has also upgraded, with a lot of interesting local options, and my server recently was knowledgable and honest about everything they offered.
The east coast people in our group were there for the first time, and described it as a «highlight of our visit to Minneapolis». As a long time east coaster, I have to say the CC embodies the unique variety of working class creative culture that seems to thrive in this pocket of the Midwest.
If you want a seat, get there early in the evening, even on a weeknight. We were there on a Thursday + Sunday night, and noticed the back patio area behind the pool tables was even full on 50ish temp evenings, and by 9 it was standing room inside.

God this place sucks. Back in my heyday we used to come here like once a month. Yeah we were always kinda out of place being a hippy’ish crew, but we were young and partied so hard we didn’t really care/​notice. I tried this place again recently just for shits and giggles. I knew it would suck, but damn it really, really sucked.
This place is nowhere near cool anymore. They are trying soooooo hard to be not cool, that its just that, not cool. The service couldnt get any worse. The bartenders are a joke. Most of the patrons looked like they crawled out of the gutters and somehow scraped together $ 4 for a beer. It makes Mortimers look like the Ritz, and that’s saying something.
The uptown bar was the coolest non-​cool bar ever, rest it’s soul. This place tries too hard, and is failing miserably. It just needs to die and nobody will miss it. The thrill is gone.

The dude Randy is ruining this iconic bar. Yelling at your bartender on a Sunday morning in front of 16 customers is not what I need to see when I’m hung over looking for a cheap brunch and Bloody Mary. I have been going to the cc since I moved here 7 years ago. Since the French meadow bought it it has gone down hill, I used to go here ever night but now I begrudgingly go here when friends ask me to. If they cannot maintain lovable staff they will not remain a lovable bar. Honestly I’m just sad.

Bouncer called me a B**** for not hurrying fast enough and leaving the patio during closing time (it hadn’t even been 5 minutes since he told everyone to clear out and there were many people still out on the patio) started harassing others too for no apparent reason.
Other than that, its dirty there’s no seating, and pricey for a «dive» bar.
complete shit hole.

Great dive bar. Good drink specials. Fun patio out back. Pool tables. Nough said. I’ll be back.

I had my first legal drink at the CC Club back in the day when the place was a true «dive bar» and institution. This was a place where my elder Ad Men had drinks during the afternoon in the 80’s. This was the place that my older Service Industry friends had drinks when I was in college — It truly was an institution. I had the opportunity to join a group of friends there (20 of us to be exact) — 20 people celebrating a friends 35^th birthday with plenty of money to spend.
When we arrived at the bar the place was empty (on a Friday early evening.) Our server, a lovely woman in her 40’s treated us kindly and was amazing. Before I arrived, a very dunk man, clearly over served called my straight friend a «faggot» and was asked to leave. He was allowed back in and proceeded to then harass me. The bartenders let him stumble around the bar for a good 30 minutes more until he fell down and then was asked once again to leave.
When more of my friends arrived, I closed my tab and opened it with the bartenders. I ordered some shots and even though the place was empty, I felt like I was asking for the guy to give me a massage. He just couldn’t be bothered. The place has a juke box so I made some requests to which the bartender says, «who the fuck played this shit.» I replied, «I wanted to play some stuff to liven it up in here sorry, we’re celebrating my friend’s birthday.
I was really shocked at how rude the bartenders and bar-​backs were to us. Sorry that we weren’t dressed in vintage rock tees and weren’t slurring our words from being over served. I bet the 20% we tipped on every tab and $ 2 per drink you received was a welcome break from what I can only imagine is less than normally. Not one of us acted rudely or complained — we just laughed at how it was TOTALLY apparent we were not wanted there.
The CC Club I remember had good guy bartenders who weren’t too cool for any crowd. They wanted our business and showed us a good time. Friday was a major bummer for me. I’ll never go back again.

There is a difference between Dive Bar and a Shit Hole… and I will say, this is not a dive bar.
A friend and I decided to try this place out… we walked in the front door to ask if we could sit on the front patio (after seeing how crappy the inside looks I would rather eat outside in a rainstorm), the regulars mugged the crap out of us and it took forever to get anybody’s attention that actually worked there to ask if we could eat outside. Our response from a waitress, was simply «yeah» as if we were putting her out. We walked outside and seated ourself. We waited for a while and she finally came out some other door and gave us menus. After reading online they had good cheap food I was very unimpressed to see it was quite the opposite. The prices were ridiculous. Thank god it was happy hour so some of the apps were half price, otherwise we were going to leave. They pride themselves on their food, but sell hedgie’s pizza? I can make that at home. So we each ordered chicken tenders and fries, which the fries only came as a basket so we shared. Our food came out and the waitress said, «Sorry I didn’t put in two orders of chicken tenders, so you guys share this one and I’ll have them make another one if you want» Ummm yes, we want another one. We each ordered separately. Good lord. We finished our food and had to hunt her down to pay the bill. Couldn’t leave fast enough. I don’t see any need to go back.

Fun place, but don’t order anything but beer. Breakfast isn’t too bad, I suppose. The chicken tenders were the worst I’ve ever had… pretty sure they’re not even meat.

Horrible service all the time, like it’s required by management or something. Awful Bloody Mary. Obnoxious patrons. I have no idea why anyone even comes here.

You have to know this place is a dive bar before you event step foot into it. That being said, I was pleasantly surprised with the food/​service/​atmosphere. The food is exactly what you’d imagine– your typical fried bar food, nothing too fancy. Everything on the menu is under $ 15 so that’s a plus :)

The corner of 26^th and Lyndale is one of my favorite places in Minneapolis. The CC Club holds a special place in my heart for the many stories I have listened to from friends in the dimly lit confines of the bar, as well as the random strangers I’ve struck up conversation with on a Saturday morning while enjoying a beer with some bacon and eggs to knock out the hangover I woke up with while I wait for Treehouse Records to open across the street.
The drinks are cheap, the food is as greasy as you want it to be, and the jukebox in the back has a lot of local music to choose from.
Street parking can be a challenge sometimes, but I’ve always found a spot down Lyndale… even if I had to walk nearly an entire long block. Meet up with some friends over some beer and the pool table and pinball machine in the back. On nice days you can even sit outside on the patio in the back. This place IS Minneapolis to me, and I am thankful it exists.

Cheap beers ($ 11 for a Coors Light pitcher and $ 13 for Oberon), giant Jäger bomb shots and mostly good bar food.
It has a typical dive atmosphere, dark and a little dingy, and quite a few games including Big buck hunter, pool, and pinball. The clientele is what you would expect, local hipsters who are just there to hang out and don’t really care about anyone else, definitely a judgement free zone.
I am giving it ³⁄₅ stars because our service was only so-​so, the coleslaw was awful, the beer tasted a little off (not sure if the kegs were old or the lines needed cleaning), and it was a bit of a pain to get a cab to go home.
I would go again but since it’s not quite in my neighborhood it probably wont be soon.

Not a fan of that new younger bartender, who, at Christmas was too involved answering and/​or making prank calls than to notice my girl friend and I FOR A GOOD 25 MINUTES! I’m not even sure he noticed us when we were walking out. I have got some kind of service from him other times, but it’s never great.
It’s sad because I can remember some great times going there with friends, family, and some great brunch over the past 10 years or so. It’s also sad because it’s the CC Club, and I’m not expecting more than to belly up to the bar, get served within a reasonable time, maybe get some food, and pay. Not looking for a friend, chit-​chat, or anything more than a beer — which is what the old guys did there, they are great.
It’s also sad because I would love nothing more than to make that a go to bar after work, but I just can’t support that level of service, I’ll let the memories live on in my head and move on with my bars.

The CC Club was the first bar I visited when I moved to Minneapolis nearly 5 years ago. As such, the CC Club holds a very special place in my heart… or I should say liver.
This is a dive bar at its finest, er… grittiest. It’s dark, dingy and a little dirty. Ladies, avoid skin contact with the seats if you’re wearing short shorts. You never know what to expect from the jukebox. The same few bartenders have been here forever and pour stiff drinks… that seem to get stiffer as the evening goes on. The waffle fries are excellent for curing the drunken munchies. The pool tables are in the most inconvenient possible place but you navigate around people and pool cues to get your nicotine fix on the patio. Or just to enjoy drinking outside in warmer weather.
Hold it, if you can but if you must pee, hover (lid up!); you have to anyways if you’re 5′ 7″ like me because the stalls are so short you hit your knees against them. Enjoy the people watching; it’s impossible to generalize the clientele the CC Club attracts because I’ve seen people from all walks of life here, not just hipsters and punk rockers. The service can be unpredictable; from inattentive waitresses to those who will buy you a round for being polite and entertaining. These are the charms and quirks of the CC Club and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
So cheers to you CC Club; you are truly deserving of my 100^th review.

Wedged between two of my favorite places: Common Roots and French Meadows, I’ve walked by CC Club a million and one times. Never thought once about giving it a try due to its less than inviting outward appearance. But, I was with a group of friends who wanted to visit and I thought I’d avoid being a party-​pooper, so I joined along.
Simply put, I am not a dive bar kinda girl. Our little group was totally out of place here, which is fine… I can handle diversity. But, the inside was dark and depressing, and the patio was much too smokey (headache-​inducing)… and also sorta depressing.
The staff was dreary and flat out unwelcoming.
Just a scene that I totally do not get!