The Palm's Carrot Cake, A Love Triangle

I live by my diet rules--rules give me willpower.
One year, I made a No Chocolate rule. No chocolate means that my favorite desserts: carrot cake, cheesecake and Key Lime Pie, ducked the ban. 2008, a more stringent rule-year, saw the ban of all desserts. Only a few exceptions were made:

• My birthday (Cheesecake Factory cheesecake)
  
• G's birthday (Magnolia Bakery Red Velvet cake)
  
• Thanksgiving (Doug Jahnke pumpkin pie)
  
• G and my tenth wedding anniversary last night (The Palm carrot cake)
  

Sticklers might say last night fell in 2009. Yes, but G and I begin our new year every year on the Monday after January 1. This calendar adjustment allows us a no-guilt anniversary celebration.
During the 2007 holiday season, a group of co-workers celebrated at the midtown Palm Steakhouse. After we couldn't eat another bite, the waiter lowered an eight-or-so-layer, eight-or-so inch high wedge of carrot cake onto the table. I swear the cake was as wide as it was tall. Some magical extra room for dessert appeared as soon as the cake hit the table.
During this year of No Sweets, I thought about The Palm's carrot cake. I described it to strangers every now and then.
Last night, G and I celebrated our anniversary at The Palm's new location in Tribeca. After lobster bisque, crab cocktail, a 14-0z filet mignon (G) and Alaskan King Crab legs (me), I found room for the carrot cake. (I knew I would.)
As reviewers traditionally say, it did not disappoint. Massive, with cream cheese icing marbling every bite, the cake arrived with a steak knife jammed in the center. Probably representing the time it will take off our lives.
Ahh, but it was sweet. Now 2009 may begin.