They say you always remember your first oyster. Some of us remember our first Dover sole ‘a la meunière’ too…a snapshot from a visit to English’s in the mid-1980s with my mother, a time when Brighton’s fame rested briefly on the shaky twin pedestals of dirty weekends and a bomb in a hotel. Returning there…
Furna is unashamedly a restaurant for grown-ups. There’s no whiff of the juvenile about this place. Nothing here is trying to ride a trend. From the sleek, muted decor to the kitchen-as-stage at the back of this classy Brighton-centre restaurant, Furna is what you get when a chef knows he’s got something special and isn’t…
