It occurs to me that it would be an interesting practice if bars offered vending rooms, where you pay, say $10 with a card for access, so you can just sleep off your drunk there. You avoid the risk, as a bar owner, of a lawsuit, and it’s very convenient for those who have overconsumed.
I dream a lot of dreams. It is apparently a very common male fantasy to own a bar. One of my concepts is a “Bar at the end of the world”, which would be cantilevered, like Falling Water, over a chasm of some sort.
Another is “On the Good Foot”, where we specialize in old school soul, and play James Brown at the top of every hour, and everyone has to get up and dance if they want to keep getting served.