Toward the end of a satisfying meal at Nom-eez in the Black Rock section of Bridgeport, while my group sat at one of two outdoor tables on the sidewalk, a passerby approached. “How is the food here?” he asked. He caught me moments after I had started to consume a mouthful of noodles. I grunted something that translates roughly from caveman speak to “Pretty darn good!”

Intrigued, the passerby looked up at the restaurant’s exterior and saw a sign advertising that it also serves as a location for Donut Crazy, a Connecticut-based doughnut chain. “If it’s Vietnamese food why is there a doughnut shop?” he asked.

“No idea,” I replied (by this time I had swallowed and regained rudimentary verbal skills), “but they look awesome.”