I want to go to there

Sweetiepie, a new restaurant in the West Village whose Marie Antoinette-meets-Rumpelmeyer's decor and menu inspire a return to wacky decadence (the owners are the same restaurant icons of The Russian Tea Room and Tavern on the Green), throws recessionary caution to the wind in favor of a whimsical romp through fields of ice cream and caviar.  

I want to sit in that oversized birdcage, order spaghetti with vegetarian meatballs washed down with a Shirley Temple, and watch some eccentric old lady or obnoxious Upper East Side family devour the Sweetiepig (a $75 sundae).  Yum for all five senses.