About Us

In the days of old, in the land of Chief Sealth, man watched their sporting events in pubs of abundance ale, but fed on scraps not fit for even the most peasant of peasants.  Life was mediocre.  Happiness was sparse across the piers and valleys.  Hope was so out of reach that a word had yet to be invented for it.  Men, women, and children would often be found in alleys passed out from over-consumption of alcohol and lack of nutrients from delicious bar food.  Especially the children.  The days were dark, and the nights were dim...but that’s most likely because no one had any clocks and had no idea what time it was. It truly was a dark time.  Before life could lose any more meaning, a hero rose amongst the people and marched to the meadows which lie below the Queen, Anne.  It was there that our champion led the fight against hunger.  Their endless supply of sliders (which were crowned by the yeast of the town’s baker, Macrina), nachos (and totchos), french fries, and chicken tenders kept the famine at bay while their fellow soldiers stockpiled on wings, wraps, burgers, and garbage plates to help slay the beast.  There is rumor that the hero’s captain even defeated a giant squid, with his bare hands, then chopped it up, battered it up with unique spices, fried it, and served it in the middle of battle!  They easily defeated the starvation like an angered, professional, sportsman defeating an amateur, as if it were some kind of game...some kind of...hunger game! No, no that’s not right...a hangry game!  Legend reached all across Sealth and all the folks from the town traveled Up to the base of the Queen’s Hill to celebrate, and sing songs, of their conqueror who they learned went by the name of.......Atlas!