Since prohibition ended, the CC Club has been abetting local inebriates from Tom Arnold and The Replacements to your overweight uncle and that creepy neighbor kid with the punk hairdo.  People don’t go to the CC Club for fancy drinks (don’t try to order no fernet and coke), they go for the people.  Whether you join the middle-aged crowd at the bar, or the artist’s palette of characters in the back rooms, someone at the CC Club will be waiting for you with a smile and a smart-ass comment. One day, that someone might be you.