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(Not to be confused with Et tu, etouffée? ) We don't like Franny's . Admittedly, this opinion was formed after one visit, which is not the most objective way to evaluate a restaurant. But Sheryl and I both had a distinctively unpleasant experience, and that's not the sort of place you tend to give a second chance. Frank Bruni busted out two stars for the joint today, which is pretty mind-blowing when you think about it. (And my last name isn't even Chodorow .) So that's something. In the time since eating at Franny's, we've been to Noodle Pudding several times, which has much better overall Italian, both Lunetta and Bocca Lupo , which do small Italian plates better (though admittedly not with homemade sausage), and are itching to go to Lucali , where the pizza is supposed to rival Di Fara's . Maybe this is just Cobble Hill/Carroll Gardens bias kicking in. We do like Helios , though, which is only a few blocks from Franny's on in Prospect Heights.

Hi Everyone, Can someone please tell me the name of the OTHER Steve Winwood song that isn't "High Life"? Please? It's famous. And it has the lyrics, "And I don't wanna know." Or something that sounds like that. You'd know it if you heard it. Does this make sense? Please help.

Oh my.

I had my third wipe-out while running this past weekend. For the third time, sections of my knees and their surrounding areas are scraped raw, with oh-so-feminine Band-Aids clumsily draped atop. Large black-and-blue marks surround this display, making me look both bad-ass and beaten. I wonder what people think. I’ve been limping now for two days at work, and no one has said a thing, so I basically think people are too absorbed with their AP Physics manuscripts to care about my gait. Although I really went flying this time, right at the corner of Congress and Henry, and hurt myself far worse than the other two times (I had trouble actually moving my leg for a day or two), this fall pales in comparison to my first. It was Summer 2005, and I was pretty out of it and bummed in general. I needed to concentrate on something, so I decided training for the NY Marathon was a good goal toward which to channel my life. I was a tad obsessed, which you kind of have to be while marathon training. I