Pardon me, but there's a Chilean in my soup

On the eve on the Australian Open men's singles final, the Dittmers and Prestons dined in one of our favorite Italian spots along Collins Street. Much to our surprise (and pleasure), the place was calling with Germans, including our waiter. Even more surprising, however, was the entrance a few minutes after our arrival of Fernando Gonzalez, along with his coach and trainer. While the room stared in a bit of awe (most of that awe coming from Uta), they took seats at the next table. We continued with our dinner with a new topic for conversation, and as the night wore on and customers started heading for the door, the man of the hour ultimately had to put up with the usual photos, congratulations, and hand shakes from his admirers. We managed to score a photo of Uta and the would-be champion, which undoubtedly will appear here in the near future. Unfortunately, Gonzalez was unable to dethrone the reigning king of tennis, Roger Federer, at the next day's final. . .

UPDATE: 1/2/07 - And, finally, the proof: