f you're one of Toronto's wealthy elite, there probably isn't much I could tell you about Rosewater Supper Club that you don't already know. Located minutes from the Financial District and the Theatre District, people don't go here to dine so much (despite the name) as they do to be seen and also to be "scene". For over a decade, this has been the place to be for loungers and diners who want to dine not just anywhere, but "somewhere".

It doesn't hurt that the club is housed in a landmark neo-classical building that dates back to 1852. And you can tell. The 22' ceilings are adorned with hand-painted cornice moldings and the walls are decorated with opulent artwork. A piano sits in a waterfall bark while romantic tables and private rooms sit upstairs. You won't feel like you're out for dinner; you'll feel like you're at a large royal party housed in a palace.

In case you've forgotten by this point, they do also serve food. The Asian-inspired menu, despite it's status as ultra-chic and trendy, is equipped to feed the hungry (not the actual hungry, the foodie hungry). The restaurant offers the rat packs an option of fine cheeses, mains consisting of Thai duck breast, kobe beef, nice Angus steaks and grill platters. It's the kind of food that was designed to impress, just as the restaurant is designed to inspire awe.