Upholding Western Civilization in Davao
Tonight we went, as we do every three to four weeks, to Claude's (Cafe de Ville) on Rizal St. for dinner. There were three of us: my lady, and a very close, highly cultured Australian friend of ours, and I. We dined for more than three hours on escargots, magret de canard a l'orange, two bottles of excellent Beaujolais Ancien, Calvados and coffee. The food was delicious, prepared perfectly, and beautifully and unobtrusively served. Claude sat with us throughout our dinner.
There's nothing newsworthy about this, but tonight, for the first time, I realized that I need this restaurant to allow me, once a month or so, to revel in Western civilization and to remind myself that I am its product. Of course, it also lets me spend a few hours talking in French which is also a plus for me. But I was reminded, yet again, that this is the only place in Davao that lets me be, feel and act Western, without compromise. It's a FRENCH restaurant without any compromises to local custom, tastes, or cuisine, and thus its become an important talisman for me. Granted the tab--at about Php9,300--is high for Davao, but who cares? The food, the conversation, the ambiance, and the wine were excellent and I could pretend, for a brief time, that I was back in France.
As a Westerner living here, it's important beyond measure, to--at least every 3-4 weeks--dress up, return briefly to a civilization and a culture that I understand and love, and immerse myself in an atmosphere that's not Filipino in any aspect other than the serving staff.
There's a national magazine here called "The Tattler" or some such, and Claude told me that one of the recent issues ranked Cafe de Ville as the number 2 restaurant in the entire country. Given local culinary expertise, this may seem like damning with faint praise, but for Davao, this is as good as it gets.
GE