In Oslo there is a hotel, just off of the main high street, called Hotel Bristol.
My two flat-mates and I used to visit this hotel every so often to soothe our poorly-almost-broken hearts. The interior seems so fancy with giant glass chandeliers, a water fountain and a man who sits and plays piano, while ladies in expensive-looking fur coats sip on their coffees. There are big cozy armchairs to sink yourself into and rows upon rows of antique books lining the shelves in the corners.
They make the hot chocolate using real, melted chocolate and there is often enough for three cups each (very good value for money, considering this is Oslo and this place seems so luxurious) and it is served with fresh cream topped with fruit.
It is just what you need when the weather is icy and you want to forget your worries for an afternoon.