The Terrace Above Furore Where Dinner Ends Whenever the Owner Feels Like It
I was three courses into dinner at Bluh Furore when I noticed nobody was rushing. The terrace hung over the dark water, the only sound was the clink of glasses and the low murmur of the chef stopping by tables. I looked at my watch once, then put my phone face-down. Dinner would end when the owner decided it was over. That feeling — rare on the Amalfi Coast — is exactly what makes this place different. Bluh Furore secured