Picture yourself in the year 70 AD. You are the GC (general contractor) of the Roman Colosseum. You have got most of your underground dungeons in. Your walls and structure are up while lions and gladiators are already practicing. You are getting ready to open for the Colosseum's first performance when all of a sudden you see the building inspector. You cringe because the emperor has told you if you don’t get open soon and start making some money he will literally take a limb. And he usually takes your favorite. You greet the inspector and he (they had very few woman inspectors back then) starts looking at the floor. He asks “is this flooring up to code?” Well, you explain how it was carved out of Northern Italian marble and there is nothing finer. “Yes, but is it cleanable?” You again explain that the slaves and animals rarely complain, but the inspector does not think that is funny. You know crying and complaining does no good so you accept the consequences of having to replace all that marble.
So apparently hospital grade vinyl flooring is as expensive if not more than Italian marble, so that is where we are, replacing all the flooring in the FlapJacks waitress station.