Day 11: Five tables? No problem.

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.

My life is now complete, I suppose. I can say I have eaten black pasta.

It was stained with squid ink. How cool is that? It's a specialty at the Daily Catch in the North End. Several people told me about this place when I started the project: "they have the best calamari in Boston"; "it's cash-only so you know they're legit"; and "they serve it right in the pan they cook it in."

And when it comes to primo seafood, my arm doesn't need to be twisted very hard. My only apprehension was that the Daily Catch is infamous for having only five tables. The wait during dinner hours is said to be extensive. But with no reservations accepted, a friend and I decided to chance an early dinner and hope we didn't have to wait too long. Miraculously, there was an empty table on arrival, and we grabbed it.

I think my favorite part of the meal was the glassware, or lack thereof. The wine was served in small plastic juice cups. For a brief moment, as I raised my glass to one-sixth of the project completed, it felt like a church social, like I was sipping on grape juice and swapping in fake curse words for the real ones whenever the priest (or Mom) was in earshot.

But gee willikers (see, I can still do it!), if the pasta wasn't excellent. I've met and probably exceeded my daily quota for squid ink.