I finally ripped up the last pieces of old flooring in the bar today, which was easy. This, however, was followed by pulling all the little nails that hadn't come up with the wood. Especially the last layer of thin oak flooring left a lot of nails behind. Do I need to say, tedious.
Now comes the phase of restoration, which I am dreading a bit, largely because I don't know yet how I want to do it, but it will be done, and it will look good (enough), and you'll love, or E! will liquor you up until you love it.
Here's an example of damaged flooring (yes, I am talking about the hole in the ground).