Corduroy Palace is an unorthodox and visionary wine hall in the bosom of a midcentury midtown new york dining room.
People are drawn to palaces and castles to experience a slice of luxury. Their appeal lies in the grand, gilded, and often gold-hued interiors; swoon-worthy spaces that pique curiosity. This is why most (us included) are drawn like magpies to the glossy corduroy palace, never mind that the entrance is hidden in the dingy back alley of gemmill lane.
It shares the same entrance as proper slice, a takeaway-only cousin of pizzeria lucali bygb. Venture deeper, and scenes of the industrial kitchen are replaced with a classy dining room instead. The revelry is about to begin.
Snuggle up in oversized banquettes that help give the illusion of privacy. The restaurant claims to line the floor with over 21 different vintage rugs, while famed contemporary art pieces, including a picasso original, help dress the fabric-lined walls. But some of the richness in details are lost in the dramatically dim lighting.
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