Day 37: Enemy territory

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.

I promise, King Husky, it was just the once. I'm never going to do it again. I'm never going to forsake Chicken Lou's to cross into another Beanpot combatant's turf, not even on a dare.

But, King Husky, you should be proud of me for my conduct deep in enemy territory. If I'm going to Eagles Deli, where the walls are covered in Boston College memorabilia, I'm not going to order one of their famous burgers, oh no. I'm going to get a hot dog! Dog, see! (Will you ever forgive me, dear King Husky?)

While my brother, whose school of choice (URI) freed him to order a burger, I couldn't in good faith betray my Husky Heritage (Capital Letters!). My lunch became an unintentional breakfast when what I thought was a bottle of malt vinegar for my fries turned out to be maple syrup. Apparently the Chestnut Hill College student body likes their sweet syrup at all hours, unlike us Husky folk, who understand the difference between breakfast food and lunch food. So that hot dog got renamed the "luncheon sausage". Hah!

I'll just have to grin and bear it, though - the food was pretty good. I wouldn't dare attempt the Challenge Burger (5 lbs. of beef, 20 slices of cheese, 20 pieces of bacon, 5 lbs. of fries), lest I find myself on the Wall of Shame pictured above. And I couldn't bring that kind of shame to my beloved alma mater, dear King Husky.

So this week I promise, I will return to my home on Huntington Ave. and I will commit myself in the future to remaining with the Gospel According to St. Lou. After all, where else can I get a sandwich known as the "Cholesterol"?