Used to be Sandy's Tavern in south Minneapolis. They had a valley bar box, and great food. Peak dive bar. They no longer have a table, but it's worth noting for the nostalgia.
My grandmother (1924-2024) lived in an apartment building across the street. As a kid I'd spend weekends with her and this lil 4'9" woman would walk my ass into the ground around MSP. Museums, shops, orchestra hall, etc. We'd usually end up at Sandy's for dinner at least once each weekend. She'd give me quarters to play pool. Wasn't until college that I realized why she always had quarters. She gave me her laundry money to put in the pool table. I have that wonderful woman to thank for so much.