Day 10: Midnight Munchies at IHOP

I'm Adam Sell and I have two months left before I leave Boston. My challenge? Do something in the city every day. Have ideas for my adventure? Send me an email.

"It's an experience," I was told. Something I had to do before I left, and therefore, something that needed to be high-priority on my list. Underlined and circled in red ink, even. You might consider it cheating to upload a Thursday entry very early on Friday, but they'll understand why I had to do it.

It was all about the boysenberry.

You know, I'm not sure I've ever seen an actual boysenberry. Just the sauce. I think it's an imaginary fruit. It only exists in IHOP-land, where it's cultivated and harvested during the 1 a.m. rush. So, a friend and I set out to see the elusive boysenberry in its natural state.

Late-night food is supposed to be some sort of college rite-of-passage, but I'm fairly certain I would have been all right with the extra sleep. Now I'm getting ready for bed...with an extra several ounces of grease sitting in my stomach. Late-night IHOP is a great idea until you close your eyes.

As for the "experience" of shoveling eggs-over-easy at midnight, I could take it or leave it. I'm glad IHOP's there, since there aren't enough all-night places in the city, but it wouldn't be my first choice. I'm content to eat Haagen-Dazs out of the freezer at 1 a.m. and save the gas money.