Stabucks are forever

I feel like in a James Bond-movie, the Golden Gun, or in the finale of the lady from Sanghai. Maybe Shrek? Damn it! Anyway, the hall of mirrors.
I am visiting conferences, visiting this, visiting that, and when i need to sit down, take my time and think (or pretend at least), I always face the same problem. Japanese hotels small, ugly and dark, and they smell too bad to spend my time there. Japanese cafes are not really inviting for sitting there for hours, mostly because of the dense tobacco smoke and the tiny little chairs they have.
So I have to admit, my most intimate little corner in Japan, where I actually can work or read books for hours it the M*Don's of the cafes.
Sad but true.