Andy, you are my love

This weekend, my mom's aunt and cousin were in town to go to the US Open. On Friday night, the three of us went to dinner. As we ate, they told me about striking up a conversation with a nice man at the Open. The man said that some of the players, including Andy Roddick and Maria Sharapova, like to go to a place called Campanella on 71st St during the Open. They asked if I had heard of it, and I had not.

After dinner, we were feeling adventurous, so we decided to check out Campanella. Since we didn't know where on 71st St it was, we employed my iPhone to look it up... but we got no results. Determined to find it, though, Joy suggested, "Maybe it's spelled like champagne?" I tried again with Campagnela, and again got no results. However, I did get a Google "Did you mean Campagnola?" Yes! Yes! And Campagnola was, in fact, on 74th St and 1st Ave, which seemed to make sense given our initial instruction.

So, at 9pm on a Friday night, we hopped in a cab and headed to Campagnola. I'll be honest - my expectations were low. I thought to myself, "There's no way we'll see anyone!" although I was more than willing to go on an adventure to check it out.

We walked in (it's a charming little neighborhood Italian restaurant, by the way) and perched ourselves at the bar, and I decided to do a loop to scope it out. I walked straight back, looking all around, and, lo and behold, who do I see but Andy Roddick! He was seated at a large round table with wife Brooklyn Decker, his coach, and friends. I did a double-take and then a triple-take, and could not believe our luck! I rushed back up front to tell Aunt Nita and Joy. I don't think they believed me at first, but once they both did their loops, they did.

About a half hour later, Andy and his entourage left the restaurant... to cheers, photos, and shouts of "See you in the Finals, Andy!" Joy and I didn't have the nerve to say anything, but my aunt told Brooklyn, "You are a beautiful girl." And to Andy? "Andy, you are my love."

Andy lost the next day, so I suppose our sighting/our love was not good luck. But you better believe I'll be eating dinner at Campagnola every August from now on!