We do love Wetherspoons to bits, but we have to admit: we’ve never thought of it as a particularly upmarket, fancy establishment with strict rules and regulations.

We have gone to our local Spoons hungover and with mascara flecked on our cheeks. We have spooned in pyjamas with a jacket on top. We have headed to Spoons unwashed, unrefined, and undignified, under the assumption that they would welcome us regardless.
We never imagined that Wetherspoons could have a dress code,… Read the full story