Back in the old days of Whynatte, friends and strangers alike would send in photos of themselves drinking Whynattes from all over the world. All we had was a cocktail and a dream; No sweet black can, no lasers that could penetrate walls, no real saber toothed tiger skeletons in our atriums, and certainly no idea that this would turn into the incredible journey that it has become. We’ve received photos of smoking hot girls kissing urns filled with latte, teenagers drinking lattes out of hollowed out walrus tusks, families drinking Whynattes over a Shabbat dinner, and a whole lot of dairy induced tomfoolery in between. I remember back in 2006, the first time that Andy and I received a photo of someone we didn’t know drinking a Whynatte. We even have a photo Mary, the first bartender to ever serve a Whynatte. I wonder if Mary has any idea that she is the matriarch of a nationwide movement?

Anyway, I’m waxing more nostalgic than my mom talking about my bar-mitzvah, but suffice to say that his post goes out to everyone that remembers when Whynatte was a hungover Friday morning because you’d been drinking from the urn at El Bar the night before. Whether you’re new to Whynatte, or you’ve been with us since the beginning, I urge you to go back to the beginning of the Whynatte Blog, back to the first post on August 22, 2006, and take a tour through the last 4 years of Whynatte.

So why am I writing like I’m a staff writer for a show on the Lifetime network?  Maybe it’s because the guy sitting next to me on this flight told me he could get me a live coyote cub for $70.  Or, maybe it’s because I recently received some old school Whynatte photos in the Whynatte email inbox.

These photos come from England, where a handful of Whynatte drinkers gathered in London to drink old school Whynattes and watch the USA vs. England match:

SO. OLD. SCHOOL: