...I'll try not to be so distracted by my, ah...distraction. Also, for the handful that have asked, said distraction isn't a puppy, hahaha.
Angelo's
Angelo's was a hole-in-the-wall Italian restaurant on Rosewood Street, somewhere John had often passed but never thought to stop inside of. Sherlock loved it, apparently, and this was Sherlock, who never seemed to eat much.
The owner, Angelo, waved Sherlock in and gestured at a window table-Sherlock's usual, John assumed, as the young man had a penchant for window seats.
"I think you'll like the food, John," said Sherlock. "Additionally, I get anything I want free."
"How'd you wrangle that?"
"Got me off a murder charge," said Angelo, winking.
"He was actually housebreaking," Sherlock murmured dryly.
Prompt was #53: Rosewood