I would start a chain of pool halls that had a live bait shop in the front.
Pool table rental would include a decent cheese plate consisting of Humboldt Fog, some Irish cheddar and a nice gruyere.
The pool room would have an amazing special at all times: consume 11 shots of Jim Beam and the 12th one is gratis. And ALL bloody mary's would be accompanied by a 7 oz. bottle of Miller High Life.
Under each pool table would be a pen housing an eastern box turtle.
The floor would consist of camoflauge shag carpet.
Every ten minutes, Nelly's magnum opus Air Force Ones would play on the juke box. Just because.
The menu would consist of aforementioned cheese plate, boiled cabbage, and steak tartare.
And LD shafts would be banned, because that sh$t makes no sense.
And the cook could beat you with his broomstick anyway.