Kužina

The Story of Kužina

The first thing you smell is warm dough and the mineral tang of morning stone. Inside, Joka's hands move in the same rhythm they have for decades, folding layers of phyllo into traditional pita, shaping cakes from recipes that exist only in her muscle memory.

This is Kužina — not a restaurant, but the kitchen of Herceg Novi itself, where the fire has never gone out and the table is always set.