Last month, the Yanks announced they would place a Hard Rock Cafe out in the right field stands of the new Yankee Stadium. It seems a sad fit for the park: crappy food served up to tourists in a kitchy memorabilia-laden atmosphere. There are also plans for a steak house in the new park, but from what I hear from industry insiders, the Yanks are asking for such exorbitant fees that no local restaurant is willing to take the lease. (So you can pretty much forget about Peter Luger at Yankee Stadium.) In their efforts to wring every last dollar out of the new park, it looks like the Yanks will turn it into a bland corporate playground. The Mets, meanwhile, are doing a good deal better. In today’s NYT, we learn that they’ve teamed up with Danny Meyer, NY’s pre-eminent restauranteur, and a man capable of producing winner’s both at the luxury and the populist ends of the dining spectrum. It’s tempting, for this baseball purist, to dismiss all of this stadium dining talk—I go to the game for the game, not to eat, dammit!—but its naive to look at these new parks as anything but “entertainment venues,” in the broadest sense. The danger that comes along with providing “entertainment,” is that when the entertainment isn’t good, there’s not much reason for anyone to show up. How loyal does a fan need to be, when his seat price jumps up 40 percent, a lousy burger costs $19.95, and the play on the field doesn’t improve?