World's smallest Wetherspoons can be found inside a train station and has NO toilets
Located in London 's Cannon Street Station, Sir John Hawkshaw is the the world's smallest Wetherspoons.
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In total, the pub features just 42 tables, which is considerably less than other drinking spots in the capital.
In fact, the watering hole is so small there aren't even any toilets - for that, you'll need to head across the concourse to the public toilets.
According to the Campaign for Real Ale (CAMRA), the pub opened back in December 2014 and is named after one of the co-designers of the original station building, which opened in 1866 and features a connecting bridge that heads over the River Thames.
The spot even has a veranda for drinking outside the pub itself - though you'll still be inside the station.
Inside the pub itself, there is a mixture of classic Spoons' high tables and normal-height tables.
And there is even a screen in one corner that shows the arrivals and departures, so you can keep an eye on what time your train leaves whilst sipping a cold pint.
Usually, the pub serves three regular beers, which are Greene King Abbot, Greene King IPA and Sharp's Doom Bar.
Then there are usually three changing beers as well.
Due to the pub's small size, there is a single bar for punters to head to, which features a copper top.
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For visitors wanting to know a little more about the historic station surrounding the pub, the veranda has a blue plaque with information on.
It shares how "the station had eight platforms under a single span arch roof" and that "far below the station are the remains of a Roman palace, built in the first century".
Later, the 'Steelyard' was used by German and Flemish merchants, until it was destroyed by the Great Fire of London in 1666.
Nearly 25 years later, the Company of Plumbers then built their Livery Hall meeting place on the site, which stood there until the 1860s.
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From the veranda and tables inside near the window, visitors can watch the trains come into the platforms just metres from the pub.
One visitor noted: "It's handy for a quick pint on the way home."
Another added: "It was surreal having a vino with all the trains going by - had a Harry Potter moment there!"
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Opera House, Royal Tunbridge Wells: The former opera house in Royal Tunbridge Wells first opened its doors to the public back in 1902.
The Winter Gardens, Harrogate: The Winter Gardens used to be part of the Royal Baths in Harrogate and provided a place where people could relax.
The Corn Exchange, Bury St Edmunds: The Grade I listed building started life as a location for merchants and Victorian farmers to trade back in 1862.
The Royal Victoria Pavilion, Ramsgate: Ramsgate's Royal Victoria Pavilion holds the title of the world's biggest Wetherspoons.
The Velvet Coaster, Blackpool: The pub is named after one of Blackpool's most famous historical fairground rides, in which thrill-seekers of the past sat in velvet-lined carriages that rolled along a wooden track.
The Caley Picture House, Edinburgh: The art-deco insides of the Caley Picture House in Edinburgh make it look like like it could feature in the Great Gatsby.
The Palladium, Llandudno: The Palladium in Llandudno, in North Wales, is another Wetherspoons that used to be a cinema.
The Counting House, Glasgow: The ex-Bank of Scotland building was designed in the Italian Renaissance style and visitors can even have a drink in its underground vault.
Hamilton Hall, London: Outside of London's Liverpool Street Station is Hamilton Hall, which at one stage was a ballroom in the Great Eastern Hotel.
The Knights Templar, London: Elsewhere in London, The Knights Templar can be found inside a former Union Bank building.
For Wetherspoons fans, there is also good news as a new location is opening inside an abandoned UK attraction next month.
Plus, The Sun's Kara Godfrey visited one of the prettiest Wetherspoons in the UK – it's right by the beach and has huge stained glass windows.
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