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