Robina House: pleasant chicken memories
I remember having eaten at a chicken restaurant like this as a child. My memories are rather vague but I do remember enjoying chicken to my heart’s delight and my parents would usually mention the name “Robina”. So imagine my surprise when I saw this place while I was stuck in traffic coming from the Mall of Asia, one Saturday night. As soon as I saw the restaurant, I immediately turned into the parking lot, which was empty at that time, and told Noreen that I would like to pass the time in this place. Good for me, she hardly objected.



