Getting some food sounded good—except for those things called "funnel cakes"—but the man was thinking more of a good drink. Wandering a bit farther up the street, the man came upon the Calico Saloon, standing near the train stop and a store selling "ice cream." Walking up to the bar, the man asked for whiskey. Sorry, "pardner," the barkeep said, who then informed him the stiffest drink in the house was sarsaparilla.
The man shook his head and walked out. Tough town.