As I walk into Sweetz, a horde of people buzzes around chocolate display cases. Another group plays Rock Band in the corner. The walls are pink and the chairs zebra-striped. The smell of chocolate is thick, and every single person in the café is smiling. What's going on here? I'm just about looking around for the leaking canisters of laughing gas. But then it strikes me: Sweetz is a chocolate lover's dream. I order a small plate of varied chocolate pretzels, fruits, and truffles and a glass of wine. It's then I realize that Sweetz is a laid-back place to grab a glass of wine, sing a little karaoke, and, yes, also get entirely lost in Willy Wonka's wet dream.