Dogwood devotees will recall that ominous day a few years ago when their comfy hangout was shuttered by a fire next door. How would they get their beer-fueled unwinding after trudging out of the Forest Hills T each night? Who would feed them such scrumptious wood-fired pizzas and blueberry pie? Where could they take toddlers to dinner and meet tipplers for brunch, and always bump into J.P. characters they never knew they knew? All good questions that, given the Dogwood’s reopening soon after, thankfully have never needed an answer.