Nice place. I visited this place last Saturday for the Mardi Gras event. It was a very good option considering that it didn’t have cover and there was live music. The bar tender was very nice. The prices were reasonable. The only thing that ruined my night was the sister of the singer, a blond drunk woman that kept arguing for the chairs at the bar. She was very rude. Somebody should tell this lady to behave so that others can enjoy their night out without the hassle of being approached by a drunk old lady in a very rude way. That was disgusting.
Waited over an hour for breakfast & it was horrible.
We happened to walk by and see that this little place served breakfast so we decided to venture in. We waited for over an hour and it seemed that nobody was concerned with the fact that we had been waiting so long. Some people that had been waiting before us were on their way out when their plates actually showed up. The redheaded lady kept prancing in and out of the kitchen saying that everything was good as she smiled, completely uncaring about our situation. We were patient until at last we couldn't take it anymore and started asking what was going on. I could hear the cook cussing in the back from time to time. Our waitress started telling us that it would only be a while longer. We asked her maybe 3 more times and at last the food came out and it was horrible. I mean, I can't cook and my french toast is much better. The meat in my boyfriend's sandwich was like leather.
No human being should be treated with so much disregard. I would never eat here.
Best throw back bar in Sacramento. This bar is by far, the best place to go in Sacramento for so many reasons. Unlike the child who pretends not to have been offended by being carded in a previous review, I have never met a single person who has not fallen in love with the Back Door. The service here is excellent from the bartenders to the owner to the cook and to the Karaoke Jock. Depending on the night you go, you may get to experience some karaoke, some Sinatra lounge music, or maybe just some great conversation with friends or strangers while the Juke Box plays in the back ground. One of my first experiences here was with an old girlfriend of mine and we came in after eating dinner near by. One of the customers at the bar stands up (he had some trouble after the three martinis) and walks over to the old piano they have in the corner. Everyone got quite and the music was turned off. He proceeded to tell the story of how he fell in love with his wife and then, to everyones amaizement, started playing a beautiful piano accompanyment to the tale. When it ended, you realized that his wife was not dead and gone but dead and waiting for him and that was one of the most romantic times of my life. To bad it didn't take place with my current girlfriend. Oh well. Go to the Back Door, you'll love it too.
I had seen the "horrible experience" review and it must have written by an obnoxious 20something that was probably more suited for the London Pub on 17th - As for this 40something, it was a PERFECT place to meet 15 people, have a few cocktails and listen to the lounge singer belt out Sinatra tunes, in key and not too loudly.
The drinks were very reasonable, the waitress was straight out of a David Lynch movie, the bartender from back east, and the patrons, who arrived and filled the joint long after 11:00 made the place lively, inspirational, and reminded me of something in the East Village of New York.
And none of us were proofed :)
I decided to try the back door with some friends after eating at the Firehouse one night. The ambience seemed nice and it looked like it could be a great continuation of our meal.
Upon entry, the bartender gave our group the absolutely worst stares you have ever seen. He proceded to walk over to our table with the most sour look on his face. He actually screamed at our entire group, if you can believe it; asking for our IDs (We are all in our early thirties). We had no problem providing them, but he was unbelievably rude during the entire process. He actually kept all of our IDs until he looked at all of them, as if we were going to trade them under the table or something; it was so bizarre.
Because his horrible attitude, we told him we were going to leave. He followed us outside and screamed at the top of his lungs about why he had every right to ask for our IDs. We explained to him that we weren't leaving because of his asking for them (he had already looked at them anyways), but because of his terrible attitude. I even told him that I own my own business and if I treated my customers like that, I would have no customers. He then called someone from the inside who stood outside with him (like some sort of back-up or something) and told us we had to leave and to never come back.
I have been all across this country and NEVER have I been treated in a such an inexcusible manner. In fact, I have never felt so passionately about how bad someone has treated me to write a review. This is the first.
Save your money and go somewhere without an overbearing, ogar-like bartender who is looking to get in a fight.
Rudy has left the Building. The back door is much like cheers, everyone knows your name. But one thing is missing... yes that one and only impersonator Rudy. The familiar face who always sings Frank Sinatra. He's gone now, and will forever be missed. Must have been all that wild turkey, or the lack of Sinatra material. Either way, Rudy has gone to Florida, but the Back Door will always be great, with old lady bartenders and Drinks that you can't drink near open flames, what more could you ask for?
A Touch of New Orleans in Old Sacramento.
This is a wonderfull bar with all the ambiance of a club in New Orleans, well almost, it is the best this native Nawlin's native has seen ot the West Coast. From the outside the decor is that of a typical club on Bourbon Street. I the inside takes you back in time with a bluezie feel and touch. The service is friendly and prompt with awsome drinks. The owner Gayle will love to set and chat about the history of her club. I will make this my regular watering hole.
This dark, secluded joint with speakeasy vibes gets the job done with strong drinks and a classic jukebox..
Tucked away in an alley, dimly lit with red candles, and decorated with red carpet and red-and-gold wallpaper, the place makes you feel like you're cheating on your lover or meeting a secret agent. Appropriately, attorneys and politicians drop in at lunchtime, and 40-somethings wander in at night. Atmosphere and style are what keep people coming back. That and the rather odd weekend entertainment: Two women with husky, torch-singer voices croon to a karaoke machine on alternate nights. When there's no "live" music, hum along to Nat King Cole and Ol' Blue Eyes on the jukebox.
There's only one beer on tap, but you're going to love this place anyway. Dress up and sip whiskey neat while you pretend you're Humphrey Bogart or Mata Hari.
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