Once I had genuine English fish and chips, near a castle with a moat, a tourist site.
I believed the poster, and what it claimed.
The portions were huge, and it was good. The fish, the batter, the potato chips, and the side vegies, were all fresh, and cooked just right.
So I wanted to talk to the cook.

He was a Moroccan, a FT.
About donuts, I remember a Cambodian lady in San Jose, California. She was a refugee. And she was taught how to make donuts, given government assistance, and set up a donut shop.
She has almost 50 different kinds of donuts. They are colourful, and looks delicious. She runs the donut shop like a mini cafe, as she also serve breverages and soft drinks.
I am really glad for her and her courage.