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ok does a liquor lisense exchange hands between the old and new owner? applying for one can be a pain depending on where you live compared to the existing places that sell it already.
insurance would be a pain also.. one word.. smokers.. why you cant smoke in theaters.. one .. people hate it.. yet ever fucker that leaves strikes up a smoke. heh.. second the fire code...
on that note.. better check with the fire marshel while you at it.. make sure there arent any past violations there.. dont want him comeing in.. they are as bad a OSHA at times.
and do they sell food there.. most bars i know of have a kitchen in the back .. server finger foods or what not.. then comes the health department.
then you gotta have ye old dwarven bouncer.. toss them out on thier arses.. harrrr
but yeah a few toughs would go nice with any bar, never know when a freak breaks lose on ya.
all in all, i like sports bars best.. and college peps comein on the weekends .. good cash there.
good luck on your future purchase
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