The consultants eat dinner in chain restaurants. Not because they lack alternatives but, I think, because they seek the familiar to ground themselves in their unfamiliar circumstances.
And they seek women on public display. Champps, the trendy sports bars. Or Hooters. Not, I think, because they revel in freedom from wives back home. Rather that they miss their wives, and this is the best they can do.
It's their misfortune to have dragged you along, with your snotty contempt for conformity, and your bone-deep hostility to cigarette smoke.