There is a little tale that accompanies the photo that you are about to see. 3 years ago, the whynatte was invented. Night time fell on Santa Cruz, CA, and we hit the bars of this little town to see if we could stir up the proverbial hornet’s nest. It was vacation time west coast style, we had just invented a new drink, and we hit the town like like warriors. We made our way into this restaurant/bar called Clouds, and set up shop at one of the tables on the second floor. The second floor was more of a terrace that perched about 5 feet higher than the other half of the restaurant.

That night we probably ordered 6 bottles of champagne for 6 people. We were getting faded like old quilts. Somehow we get the idea that we’re going to see if Clouds will make us whynattes. Andy takes charge, and volunteers to ask the waitress if she’ll brew them up. Andy walks down the stairs of the terrace to the bar below. We all watch him approach the waitress, and they begin to talk.

While we’re too far away from Andy to hear what he’s saying, we watch him make the hand signal as though he’s dropping a shot into the glass. The waitress looks like him like he has 8 heads, and lobster like claws instead of hands. She looks at him like, “are you f*cking crazy?”. But she had faith, her name is Mary and she had faith. She brewed up 6, and became the first waitress to ever serve a whynatte. We love you Mary.

Check it out: Katie tracked down Mary at Clouds in Santa Cruz. Katie on the right, Mary in the center, Lisa on the right. Good to see you again, Mary.