Motorway Service Stations with usually some franchised hotel on the site.
You can get anything there; the use of lemon-scented toilet facilities, shiny ak47’s, Hello Magazine, a small car-freshener, the rights to a Siberian lithium mine, some over-priced dvd’s, freebase crack, soft and cuddly bears, a desperate prostitute needing to make her tragic way to Abergavanny, and institutionalised coffee which you drink tepidly as other vacant-eyed souls pass by your table on their brief break from the traffic-coned road to anywhere.
But not alcohol though. The selling of alcohol is not permitted at such establishments.