I don’t think many people would favour a return to Prohibition; but one holdover from that era is the idea of the speakeasy- the hidden source of forbidden alcoholic pleasures. New York has perhaps perfected that type of spot in the modern era, but Toronto has its share.
Parcae is as challenging to find as it is to pronounce (on that note, I have no real answer for you, and my sources on the subject vary wildly). You enter through the Templar Hotel, head to the left, and push through a large black panel, revealing a dark bar and subterranean restaurant, illuminated largely by panels of bondage-themed glass photographic panels. Oh yes, I approve…
You can descend down a set of stairs into the restaurant, where they serve a menu of unique dishes with nods to Quebecois cuisine- horse carpaccio, a maple-syrup bread pudding, and a sturgeon bone marrow risotto that will make you scream with pleasure, and question what a bone from a sturgeon looks like.
Upstairs, sip superb cocktails in their lounge. Staffed by an expert bartender and serving staff, I have never been disappointed by a drink any time I’ve been there. One particularly cocktail-picky friend has even requested a drink they’d never heard of, and they looked it up and crafted it for her. That’s service.
This place will feel like your own private club, and the lighting, food and alluring photographs will definitely put you and your date in the proper romantic mood.