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When you blearily stumble out of London Bridge station, all delicate and fragile like the scrotum of a naked mole rat, it’s a common thing to seek a place to look for a coffee. It’s also completely possible that you’re meeting someone at the station for a coffee, but you want to be done as quickly as possible and thus walk the absolute minimum distance. Short of going to Nero (or shooting yourself), you could head across the road to the ’Bridge branch of Grind, which has good coffees and full meals of food to eat with your caffeinated beverage, and plenty of tables to linger in case you decide you like them after all.