Hackney Central railway station is a railway station on the North London Line in an area of the London Borough of Hackney known as Hackney Central in east London. It is between Dalston Kingsland (to the west) and Homerton (to the east), in Travelcard Zone 2. The station and all trains serving it are operated by London Overground.
The station is a short walk from Hackney Downs, on the Greater Anglia route from Liverpool Street. The former station building was reused as a bar, now closed.
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