what do you want?

Well it all depends on what country, state, and city in which you live in. Every city and country has their own regulations. If you can afford one, consult a lawyer. If not, go to your nearest city library and see if they have a business specific librarian. Finally, go to your equivalent city hall and see what kind of application process and fees you will need to fill and pay in order to get the ball rolling.

You can also talk to food cart/truck owners if you have a good rapport with any of them and pick their brains. If they don't feel threatened by your possible competitive business then they will at least give you an outline and how much money you will need to start a food cart/wagon business.

are you going to have the food cart at your theme park?

This entrepreneur is quite possibly a tad too manic to actually stick to one plan. If it's legitimate then I hope he chooses one project and follows through with it before moving onto another fun business idea.

In Tampa they had Taco Bus, it’s a stationary bus that serves Mexican food. They brought one to St. Pete about a year or so ago. It’s swamped with people every day and it’s the worse Mexican food I’ve ever had. The reason their so busy is because this part of the country people don’t know what real Mexican is.

i believe The Tubes summed this topic up quite well



What do you want from life
To kidnap an heiress
or threaten her with a knife
What do you want from life
To get cable TV
and watch it every night

There you sit
a lump in your chair
Where do you sleep
and what do you wear
when you're sleeping

What do you want from life
An Indian guru
to show you the inner light
What do you want from life
a meaningless love affair
with a girl that you met tonight

How can you tell when you're doin' alright
Does your bank account swell
While you're dreaming at night
How do know when you're really in love
Do violins play when you're touching the one
That you're loving

What do you want from life
Someone to love
and somebody that you can trust
What do you want from life
To try and be happy
while you do the nasty things
you must

Well, you can't have that, but if you're an American citizen you are entitled to:
a heated kidney shaped pool,
a microwave oven--don't watch the food cook,
a Dyna-Gym--I'll personally demonstrate it in the privacy of your own home,
a kingsize Titanic unsinkable Molly Brown waterbed with polybendum,
a foolproof plan and an airtight alibi,
real simulated Indian jewelry,
a Gucci shoetree,
a year's supply of antibiotics,
a personally autographed picture of Randy Mantooth
and Bob Dylan's new unlisted phone number,
a beautifully restored 3rd Reich swizzle stick,
Rosemary's baby,
a dream date in kneepads with Paul Williams,
a new Matador,
a new mastadon,
a Maverick,
a Mustang,
a Montego,
a Merc Montclair,
a Mark IV,
a meteor,
a Mercedes,
an MG,
or a Malibu,
a Mort Moriarty,
a Maserati,
a Mac truck,
a Mazda,
a new Monza,
or a moped,
a Winnebago--Hell, a herd of Winnebago's we're giving 'em away,
or how about a McCulloch chainsaw,
a Las Vegas wedding,
a Mexican divorce,
a solid gold Kama Sutra coffee pot,
or a baby's arm holding an apple?

And to finish off any song with the list and those lyrics:

"or a baby's arm holding an apple?"

blows me away.

I went to Taco Bus just once, we waited in line forty minutes to order, then waited twenty minutes for our food. It was so horrible I couldn't eat it. Haven't gone back since.