If it's good enough for Nadal, it's good enough for me.

Paris, June 2010

Watching the French Open this year became a little serious when 'our Sam' started doing so well. We were in San Sebastian and started watching every game religiously, getting quite revved up. We even went and found a clay court to have a hit on. During our hours of viewing the commentators mentioned a little Italian joint in Paris where Nadal likes to eat pre-match. He likes it so much that he's recommended it to 'our Sam' and she went there for a carb load the night before the final. Unfortunately so did her opponent and the two entourages were both pictured eating in the same room. When in Paris we thought we'd check it out. It was packed and the waiters were older men which I find is often a sign of quality restaurant. We only got a table if we promised to eat in 45 minutes. It was a shame to rush it because it was just lovely, I probably should have given it a 10.