Looking through these wooden slats at the dormant outside deck of T.K. O’Malley’s, I couldn’t help but feel a little like I was trapped in a winter prison, dreaming of sunshine and sumer air just out of reach.
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Perfect text to go with this shot. You should post a pic when O’Malley’s is open — looks like a good location.
Is your TK O’Malley’s still open? They’ve all changed names around this area.
That location is great. Can’t wait for al fresco dining once again.