2600 Lyndale Av. S.
It baffles the mind to imagine that everything hasn’t been said about the CC. That everyone who is anyone hasn’t drunk here, hasn’t cultivated the mother of all hangovers in the cradle of a red vinyl booth, hasn’t dialed up the Replacements on the jukebox. The divey institution that’s spawned a million Minneapolis tales is your go-to when you’re ready to tie one on among characters as organic to the space as the wall paneling. MECCA BOS