It was Many Happy Returns at 7th and Montana this morning as Howard and Cathy made the scene, fresh from their Summer digs in Colorado. The only problem is, they inadvertently left Howard's essential supply of Cinnamon Raisin Bagels -- the ones he famously buys in bulk from the Nosh in Beverly Hills and ships wherever he goes -- behind. "What's that?!?," I asked in horror, gesturing at a circular glob of dough in Howard's hand. "I'm improvising," he said. Slumming was more like it. He bought what passes for a bagel at Starbucks, where -- it should be noted -- nutritional experts have been hard at work upgrading the entire selection of baked goods. "We've taken out artificial ingredients to make room for more real goodness," says the Starbucks website. "Ptooey," said Cathy, "It tastes just like plaster!" I could tell her French Blood was boiling. Afterall, everyone knows she prefers Plaster of Paris ...!