O’Malley Cat

The O’Malley Cat wears a bright, mustard-yellow storefront that stands out against the muted gray fog often clinging to South Beach. This is a local tavern that opened in the nineteen nineties, built on the site of a long-shuttered maritime supply house. While the neighborhood transformed into a forest of glass towers, the bar kept its weathered wooden bar top and low, dim lights. A retired longshoreman named Frank still occupies the corner stool every afternoon at three, just as he has since nineteen ninety-eight.