Hot dogs cooked in beer? No. Strawberry cream pancakes? Why not?

So we got up this morning and immediately began to check weatherbug and mets.com for a status. Frankly I was a bit surprised that Drew didn't just say "forget the game" because of the miserable time we had at Jones Beach last summer (I'm surprised he didn't freak when I bought Jimmy Buffett tickets for this August, after all the complaining he did that night!). It was drizzling when Drew, Marc and I headed out to Citi Field. The rain got heavier when we got into Queens. We decided we'd park the car, collect our Tom Seaver bobbleheads, have some lunch and see how things went. Last summer, when Drew and I were at a ball game, we found a hot dog stand that cooks them in beer. I had never eaten a hot dog prepared that way, but Drew has fond memories of a restaurant called Zum Zum's, which prepared them that way. So we got to Flushing Meadow, and I could practically taste the hot dog . . .and the parking lot gates were closed. The attendant told us the game had been postponed. We never even got out of the car. By now, of course, we were all famished. So we headed to Denny's. I prefer Denny's to IHOP - more civilized. I am really liking the build your own pancake special. Drew and I had buttermilk pancakes with white chocolate chips, strawberries and whipped cream. Yum! I ate mine without adding syrup, the pancakes were moist enough on their own. Marc felt the chocolate chip pancakes were a little too sweet, but he liked the strawberries and bananas on top.