After a long hibernation, a grizzly bear came down from the mountains for he had a craving as sharp as his razor like claws. He wandered through the town and went into a saloon.
“Can I get a table,” He asked the bartender.
“You most certainly may not,” The bartender returned. “The last thing this town needs is a grizzly bear with a barrel-full of whiskey.”
“Whiskey,” The bear replied. “This isn’t Ichiro’s Imperial Sushi Palace.”
“Down the street on 5th and Oliver.”