All TV cop shows have a basic modus operandi. They can be gritty, gentle, wry or dark. ‘The Young Montalbano’, like its fully formed and mature companion show, has gone for Italian. So lovely food, pleasant scenery, a relaxed attitude towards timekeeping and an occasional tendency towards melodramatic hysteria rules the day. The problem with this is that there’s a void at the show’s heart – Montalbano is easy company but there’s no vigour or verve to his character, no real sense of inner struggle.
The case in this second episode is intriguing enough; a hotel-room shooting, an early and obviously bogus confession and a gradually widening field of suspicion. But it takes so long to go anywhere that you’ll run out of patience long before the denouement. Languorous and not really in a good way.
It's all about the party at this cocktail bar on Singer Street, just around the corner from Old Street tube. Resident DJs at the weekend bring the tunes (house and club classics, mainly), with many of the Monday nights devoted to film screenings up on the rooftop terrace - complete with bottomless popcorn and a blanket, lest it get nippy. The drinks list is certainly extensive. Spirits - available by the bottle and the measure - range from the well-known to the rare. Many contribute to a cocktail list chock-full of martinis, margaritas, mojitos, flutes, shots and the Golden Bee - a house drop of Olmeca Reposado tequila served with crushed ice, Pisang Ambon banana liqueur, passion fruit sugar, lemon and cloudy apple juice. There's a solid selection of wines, too. There’s no kitchen, but give them a buzz a few hours (well, 48, actually) before you head down and they’ll order in sushi platters for you. That’s the kind of out-of-the-box thinking we like.
Venue says: “Join us at Golden Bee for rooftop drinks and amazing cocktails, now with our new retractable roof and revamped bar.”