Today, I had lunch with Ilya! Yay! Here's a picture.
Noooo. Ilya's not intertoob-phobic. The waitress must have been drunk.
Here's a better picture.
-I can faithfully report that his accent is Russian and hasn't been infected by any Limey-ness at all. (He says it's a generic Eastern European accent, but since I can't tell the difference between a North Carolina accent and a South Carolina one - I'll stick with hearing it as Russian.)
-We had minor difficulty meeting up since it's hard to find someone when you're standing almost a block away from each other, but we got over that.
-When I asked him if he had any particular hankerings for a lunch choice, he said, "Anything...as long as there's meat." I knew we'd get along fine. (Corned Beef for me, Burger or Ilya, beer for both -- excellent.)
And if my email serves me right, I may be seeing our Secret Scientist tomorrow. I feel so special!