Saturday night 21:20 – once again I’m having dinner in good old Sant Ambroeus. Due to the holiday weekend it is not that crowded.
Next to my table about eight people are having dinner. They speak both English and Swiss-German.
Before the meal is finished a young man in the group stands up and leaves the room. He is tanned and he is wearing a white pullover. The pullover is obviously expensive but it would not have been my choice.
The other people in the group shout to the young man who is leaving: “Good work today.” For some reason I think they are referring to his jetlag. He just got in from Switzerland and managed to stay up till now.
Fifteen minutes later a young woman says: “I wish I could be eighteen again.” Twenty seconds later she says: “Roger told me to pay for you all.” She gets up and pays the check. She is fairly attractive, busty, not too slim, and she is wearing a D&G skirt. Again I would have recommended another skirt to her.
The group is leaving, the waiter comes to my table and says: “You know who that was?” I say: “No.” “Roger Federer.” In the newspaper I read that Mr. Federer defeated that afternoon a fairly unknown US player named John Isner.
It doesn’t come as a surprise to that Mr. Federer dines in Sant Ambroeus.
After all it was my German publisher, based in Zurich and Swiss-born who introduced me to this place.
Sant Ambroeus is the favorite hangout for a certain kind of Europeans. And aren’t the Swiss the quintessential Europeans?