Story time: A friend of mine (retired) runs a little restaurant in the deep western part of Tokyo. It was barely making it before the virus but business dried up so bad he started selling take away lunch boxes. Still, few customers. One day a middle aged man on a bike stops...

...to buy a lunch. My friend used to ride a bike so they start talking shop. Hours pass. The guy says he'll be back. He mentions the place on online Tokyo bike forums. The same week, bike guys from all over Tokyo starts showing up at the restaurant to talk shop and eat (outside).

My friend says he there's usually half a dozen of them at any time during the day. It turns out that there was a large "homeless" lose community of middle aged men who had nowhere to gather nor any friends to share their interests with nor anywhere in particular they needed to...

...go on their bikes. My friend the old chef is now a Bike Grandpa. Business is booming. Point is, there must be tons of guys all over looking for somewhere to be "a regular", one shop or place where they are known by name. And can utter those magic words: "I'll have the usual."