For the better part of my life, it had never occurred to me that Belgians ate waffles; I figured it was just some quirk in the creation myth of the dish. But sure enough, land in Belgium and there they are, sprawled out in the windows of street-corner shops everywhere you turn, taunting passersby like a lineup of lingerie models. These beauties come from one of the main thoroughfares in Bruges, where tourists make easy prey for any Belgian with a waffle iron.
Breakfast in Japan is an all-out, multi-course savory affair, and like in all of the best Asian countries, noodle soups are a major contingent of the morning menu. Wander into any random restaurant in Tokyo in the early hours and you’ll find yourself confronted with a dizzying variety of soup, rice and egg combinations. This bowl is about as standard as it gets:
A simple dish in a complicated place is a beautiful thing.
What could be simpler than chilaquiles? Fried tortillas simmered in green salsa, served under queso fresco and next to refried beans. Breakfast.
What could be more complicated than Juarez?