Wonder why that was.

Maybe people don't like drinking in holding pens. Or maybe Ballard's beer-drinking prison-camp fetishists are holding out for a little razor wire on top of that fence—just enough to to complete the Beertanamo Bay effect—before they dive in. I loved the rest of the Ballard SeafoodFest, though—particularly the bacon-wrapped scallops. Ate my weight in those. Urp.