Many have been drawn like magpies to the glossy Corduroy Palace, never mind that the entrance is hidden in the dingy back alley of Gemmill Lane. The appeal lies in the grand, gilded, and often gold-hued interiors; swoon-worthy spaces that pique curiosity. Snuggle up in oversized banquettes that help give the illusion of privacy. During the meal, a trolley might be wheeled by the table to offer bumps of caviar ($20) – a true sign of opulence. If you’re feeling lucky, the washroom is lavished with Le Labo hand products and trays of knick-knacks from matchboxes, keychains, and condoms.