Seek and You Shall Find
I feel like this cat sometimes. It seems we are all forced to forage at some point tsk, tsk. I did come up with something though!
I would wander far, go the distance (I live up North, away from everything and everywhere I want to be) to where I can be still with coffee and cake, notebook and pen. I'd seek out the quiet, homey, really small ten-table (max!) cafes. For years it was Fleur de Lys. Later, just about anywhere that has great brewed coffee, cakes that make me pause and bide my time in the eating, with a ritual of cake slowly drawn off the fork and left to linger a bit on the mouth to figure out what-all is in it and whether its a feast or a bust. The notebook and pen is for a diary of sorts, sometimes for work, but often for the other diners' sake: yes, I am preoccupied; yes, I am comfortable eating out alone; and no, thank you, company not required. Anyways, I like the off peak past-lunch-but-not-quite-dessert hour or so where the lull allows "leisurely" dining and affords the wait staff a chance to dawdle and just pop up to top off my water glass or serve an extra order. Wait staff, like salespeople, should fade in the background, which is a feat in a teeny, weeny cafe.