Had to be 1993, we'd gotten the fishbowl but there were construction barricades outside, blocking our view. Kinda pissed, but whatever, pitchers were coming.
After some investigative work, we discovered they had recently repaired the sidewalk with fresh cement. So, in Harry's tradition, we wrote our names in the sidewalk. So that was cool enough.
What was better, a little later in the evening, was watching a woman circumvent the barriers and slip and fall in the cement.