North Greenwich station is the platonic ideal of a "fan experience." It’s efficient, bewildering, and smells vaguely of popcorn and hope. It doesn’t try to be cool. It just is.
So next time you’re heading to see a gig at the O2, don’t just rush past the station. Give it a little nod. It’s the bridge between your mundane Tuesday and the night you scream along to a band you haven’t thought about in ten years. And it does it all without a single encore.
Just don’t forget to tap out. The Oyster card doesn’t care about your post-concert euphoria.
