
I’ve queued for a lot of chicken rice and most don’t justify it. This Chinatown stall does. The poached chicken is silky and just-set, the skin gelatinous in the way only careful cooking achieves.
The rice is the giveaway of a serious stall — fragrant, separate grains cooked in actual chicken stock and pandan, not just oil and salt. The chilli is bright, garlicky and properly punchy.
Go before noon or expect a 30-minute wait. It’s cash-only and they sell out — once the chicken’s gone, it’s gone.
Renée’s verdict · 5.0 / 5
My new chicken rice benchmark — silky bird, stock-cooked rice, killer chilli.
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