Welcome back to my dinner with Ignacy. The food has arrived, and I have been endlessly entertained by tales of an early gaming industry in Poland. Our waiter, however, seems a bit more concerned that Ignacy is barely eating. Little does he know, Ignacy sustains himself with storytelling, potatoes, and onions.
And all good things must come to an end, even a ridiculously hyperbolic dinner with truly the nicest guy ever. Dessert is served, night has fallen, and we might be the last ones in the Tide and Vine. But first, convention talk.
Welcome to the penultimate portion of my parlay with the pinnacle of pleasantness, Phil Walker-Harding. The sushi is mostly eaten, much to my chagrin, and my post-prandial brain is bouncing between topics like no one’s business. Starting with pandemics, conventions, and the return to normality.