Top 10 CC Club stories submitted by readers

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With Olivia Lavecchia

In honor of last week's cover story, an oral history of the CC Club, we asked readers to submit their own stories from the landmark south Minneapolis bar. You did not disappoint. We ended up with a couple dozen tales of booze-fueled shenanigans, ranging from dates gone awry to bar fights and projectile vomiting. Here are the 10 best (in no particular order):

SEE ALSO:
Cover: An oral history of the CC Club
Extra: An oral history of the CC Club jukebox

1.

I had just broken up with my boyfriend Thad. Like most gals, I engaged in some "retail therapy" at Ragstock on Lake Street, and was smitten with the handsome man working at the register. I asked him to meet me for a beer that night after work at the CC Club, and he agreed. I arrived around 9-ish for my first date with Ragstock boy, and per usual, the CC was packed. I walked the bar, looking for a spot to sit down, and who was there, but my ex, Thad. He eagerly invited me to join him in his booth, and then Ragstock boy showed up too. Talk about awkward party of three! The discomfort only worsened as Ragstock boy shared that he was a devout Satanist and felt that all people she be free to be as evil as they want to be. I'm a Christian. Thad just sat in the booth and laughed. The stiff libations at the CC Club really came in handy on that fateful night!

2.

My now wife and I stop into the CC for a drink on our first date. We sit on the side of the divider where the bathrooms are. After a little bit we hear screaming and then bottles being thrown down the length of the other side of the divider towards the video games. After a few bottles are thrown, we hear someone get on that speaker and warn in the most stern yet helpful of ways, "we've called the cops. You'd better leave." I then notice my friend I had introduced my now wife to run out the back door.

3.

My CC Club story is a little crazy. We went there one night after "pre-gaming" a little too hard, but we were all feeling good. Then out of nowhere one of my friends went crazy and slammed a glass on my other friend's face cutting both of them horribly. Blood was everywhere, cops and ambulances came. And I haven't seen that "ex-friend" since.


4.
It was 3 p.m. on a Thursday and I was wasting some time before work with a couple of drinks. There were five people in the bar: Me, the bartender, a waitress, and two gentlemen in the back playing pool. The pool players start causing some sort of problem. The bartender goes back to talk to them. One of them pushes him. The waitress, a skinny girl, bolts back there and yells, "i'm sick of this bullshit!", grabs the rather large man by the back of the neck, drags him down the length of the bar, and opens the door with his face as she throws him out. Right then and there I developed a crush.

5.

It was late, probably a little after midnight, when the waitress brought us a pitcher with a small, round object at the bottom of it. We'd been there a few hours already. To put it mildly, this was not our first pitcher of the night. But it was the first any of us had ever seen with something rolling around the bottom. We all stared at it for a minute, joked and laughed about it, and then set about drinking the pitcher. As I recall, there was never any thought about sending it back.

After everyone had drained a glass, the pitcher had about 10 ounces left. At that point, I asked what seemed like the obvious question: "Should I eat it?" Remember, at this point, we really didn't know what it was. To me, it kind of looked like a racquetball.

Everyone at the table thought me eating it was a great idea, except for my girlfriend, who expressed some concern, but was overruled. So, when I got to the bottom of my glass, I sucked the dark little sphere into my mouth and bit into it.

A cherry. And not like a cheap little bar cherry for a mixed drink. Like, a nice, fresh cherry, with the pit still intact... only it had been soaked in Bell's Two Hearted for at least a half hour. How it got there remains a mystery. I've eaten CC Club food. More than once, I've thrown CC Club food back up. I highly doubt that a fresh cherry has ever been in that kitchen. Anyway, it tasted pretty damn good, and made my night.

I go to CC Club a lot, and have for a number of years, often staying late into the night. Every once in a while we try to guess what the "CC" in the name stands for. Maybe it's "cryptic cherries."

-Mike Mullen


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The cryptic fruit.


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Ron Akkerman
Ron Akkerman

I Remember the night my Buddy Josh and I were playing pool with some dudes that got into a fight. One guy was sitting in a booth with his back to the pool tables, talking smack about how he could beat up this smaller guy that was playing the table. Smaller guy's buddy walks over and punches him square on the cheek, he rolls off the booth seat out cold, and the war pig punts his head while he is lying on the floor. One of the most savage things I've ever seen.

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