Have you eaten at First Avenue? The frozen cardboard with cheese and pepperoni is just like your sophomore roommate used to make: shameful but effective. This summer, First Avenue opened The Depot Tavern where that weird check-cashing place used to be and immediately solved all sorts of logistical issues. The menu isn’t crazy—basically progressive greasy spoon in the same vein as Grumpy’s or The Triple Rock. You know, burgers stuffed with bacon, hot dogs wrapped in bacon, tater tots. But with six different kinds of grilled cheese sandwiches and a couple of decent salads, it’s tongue-pierced vegetarian friendly. Nothing revelatory, but a great amenity. The Depot is clean, and while the servers dress in the same black T-shirts as the bouncers and stage crew, they’re much friendlier than Conrad. Best of all, it’s full of flat-screen TVs, and there’s a monitor by the bar tuned to the Main Room and Entry stages, so you never have to miss an inning for a lame opener again. Rock.
17 N. 7th St., Mpls., 612-338-8388, first-avenue.com/thedepot