From Peter Bodo's Blog on Tennis magazine website:

Thursday, June 2, 1:45 P.M. (7:45 A.M. EDT)

A Safin Sighting

Jon Wertheim and I went to L’Entrecote for dinner last night after the matches. Great place to eat—no menu, the meal is a Caesar-type salad and classic steak frite (a thin steak with a delicious mild green sauce and shoestring fries). The atmosphere was bistro-like, so there were a lot of pretty people running around. A little different from a U.S. franchise steakhouse like Ponderosa.

There was a line to get in. In typical Parisian fashion, it was disorganized and it didn’t seem to bother anyone that a bunch of us were actually standing off the sidewalk, in a crossroads. C’est la vie, right?

So we’re standing there and this gnomish bald guy goes slithering up to the stairs to the hostess inside, and he must have said something like this: “Hey cutie, look outside. Do you realize who I’m here with? Yep, that’s Marat Safin. In the flesh. How about you bump us up ahead of these ordinary people and get us a table? Marat is much more important than any of them, so I’m asking you to do the right thing.”

Meanwhile, Marat and another friend, a guy with long stringy hair, dressed in a kind of faux-Edwardian jacket reeking of the Beatles era, were leaning on the fender of a parked car, talking. Marat, who had told the press he was returning to Moscow following his loss here to Tommy Robredo, was looking very scruffy. For those of you who care: He was wearing a burgundy T-shirt with some kind of primitive white emblem, fashionably torn jeans, and black Chuck Taylors.

The waitress did the right thing. Marat and his buddies got their table (outside) and within moments all kinds of people were working their one-touch dialing features. Meanwhile, Jon and I were still standing in the street, not 20 feet from where Marat was kicking back and stretched out in his chair. A couple of leggy women in super-pointy shoes and hip-hugger jeans were fluttering around, making themselves conspicuous. I turned to Jon: “Do you think those hotties are hitting on us?”

"Safin was fined $1,000 for unsportsmanlike conduct.
The sum was deducted from his prize winnings of $76,285. So what happens to the broken chair?
It will take its place in the Roland Garros tennis museum, as part of a display called
``100 objects, 100 years of tennis,'' museum director Jean-Christophe Piffaut said.
In 2002, Safin mangled a racket so badly that Piffaut kept it in his museum, and even
put together a short movie of Safin's tantrums during that tournament. They don't play
that movie anymore, but someday there should be a sequel."