From Spockologist: A moment's respite.
"Did we have to come here, Watson?" griped Holmes, fidgeting with the silverware. "We were at Simpson's only a week ago."
"That was last month, Holmes!" Watson sighed. "This is exactly what I was talking about earlier: when you don't eat regularly on cases, you lose important data! Exactly how is that 'brain attic' of yours supposed to stay at peak capacity without nourishment?"
Holmes mumbled something Watson couldn't catch.
Pretending not to notice, Watson picked up the Bill of Fare. "Let's see, now... I think I'll have the duck and pork terrine pie – oh, and they're offering bread and butter pudding with custard this week, that sounds nice!"
"What did you say?" Holmes asked suddenly, lifting his head to stare at the doctor.
"I said the bread and butter pudding looks..."
"The butter! Watson, that's it!" Holmes almost collided with a waiter as he jumped out of his seat. "I'll see you back at home."
"Oh, Holmes, not again! Holmes! Where are you going?"
"The Abernettys! I have to talk to the cook!"
"That'll make a change," Watson muttered, shaking his head at the detective's retreating figure.