User:Haloshotsauce

Started in 1907, give or take a hundred years, in a time when food tasted like dust and the Charleston was just a dance. Three people met by chance while attending school in Hamburg. Or was it Austin. Wait, Chicago. The cute one, we’ll call her Sheila, came down from heaven and hated the food here on earth. She met Nigel, the funny one, who also had longed for the fiery spice of his old home, hell. The triangle of taste was almost completed. That’s when they met Hank. Hank was a Texan, who knew a thing or two about flavor, food and fun. Together they had a bastard child called Halo’s, who after 10-years of history in the restaurant business, was ready to become the fiery taste of the future. Late to the table yes, but never second to salt or that other ass, pepper.