Although on second thought, I will say I once found a tiny, delightful Southwestern/New Mexican place in Leuven, Belgium. It had 6 tables, was always crowded, but finally one day I walked by pretty early (maybe 6 PM) and it was empty. I think they'd just opened and didn't expect customers, but they let me come in and sit down. From the back, an American came out and talked to me. He and his wife owned the place, and he was originally from New Mexico. He'd landed there in Belgium as he was touring with an American rock band, but he met his eventual wife there, and wanted to stay in Europe. He'd also always been passionate about food and cooking, as was his wife, so when they settled, they opened up the restaurant. He sourced the majority of his specific regional ingredients from his family that remained back in New Mexico. We chatted for several minutes and finally I asked him to just bring out his favorites.
That was a darn file meal of sopes, green chile enchiladas, and carne adovada.
I went back several times in the months remaining, before I came home.
