Arnel E.
Yelp
Found them while searching for steaks in Sacramento. It's easily more of a dive bar than a steakhouse. They do have the liquor worthy for a steakhouse, but the beer and wine selections run very short.
There was a lot of parking available a block away by 34th St on a Saturday at 5 pm. A short walk to the establishment's unassuming marked door, and we were finally inside this 21+ only resto-bar after being on our sights for months now.
The den was only serving two tables and a couple at the bar when we arrived, but we still got checked-in via our reservations.
We were sat by our host and server in a corner booth with views of this hole in the wall's two sections. The first upon entering is the bar with a couple of tables, and the second partition is where the grill, stage & more tables. I now see why they're always packed.
The cocktails we got were whatever was on the menu. I chose my usual Old Fashioned while my wife got an Espresso Martini. Both A1.
As we were ordering for food, our server asked if we knew how food was done here. After acknowledging that we did research, we got our uncooked items wrapped in paper for the steaks and aluminum foil for the vegetables and bread as short while after.
Now, I love steak, and I grilled at home with an indoor cooker, but I don't really have the confidence to do it on a hot grill. Our friendly server tipped us to do 5 minutes for each side for the ribeye and 4 minutes on each side for the top sirloin.
Our deed, however, was 4 minutes for both on the first side and 3 minutes on the other side, and that got us perfect medium cooking for both slabs of beef.
Struggled to season and grill our raw items for 7 minutes, plated our dishes, and proceeded to our table to feast on our accomplishment.
I didn't ask for the chimichurri (you should!), and we should've spiced up more (using BD's own seasoning), but the steaks and side dishes turned up good anyway.
We capped our dinner with a Pink Squirrel, which was an excellent option for dessert. They don't offer the Bourbon Butterscotch pudding anymore, and that was a bummer.
We loved the experience and the struggles of taking photos in the dimly lit amber atmosphere that is Butterscotch Den.
Snagged us a couple of wrapped hard candy when we left. Thought they were mints in the dark, but guess what. They were butterscotch. Insert mind blown emoji here.
Unapologetically different printed on their souvenir postcard. No argument here.