I guess you could say that

I was cruising down our street the other morning when I was stopped at the curb by a middle-aged couple. The woman had aeroplane-affected hair and was holding a large fold-out map of London. Her husband was standing a few feet away with their suitcases, scowling.

'Excuse me,' the woman said in a thick accent, 'are-you ... vell known ... here?'

I couldn't pick her native tongue, so I wasn't quite sure how to put it:

Yeah—I'm kind of a big deal around here.