Seven Minutes In Heaven


During our senior year of college, we spent our afternoons and weekends working retail, lugging shoe boxes up and down stairs while attempting to convince women (and the occasional man) to purchase $500 stilettos. After closing the store each evening, we’d argue with the manager, who was determined to get us fired. (She eventually succeeded). Naturally, we sought comfort in one of the most famous methods of dealing with ones’ problems: Drinking! We did this each evening at The Sevens, Beacon Hill’s neighborhood pub that for many years has served as a place to find a stool and forget your problems.

Unlike some of the rowdier Beacon Hill area bars, The Sevens is a great place to grab a seat with a friend and have a conversation over beers because you can actually hear each other over the music. Despite Beacon Hill’s hoity-toity image, this is a bar where all types come together. CEO’s mix with mechanics and construction workers chat up heiresses. It’s just a comfortable, laid back atmosphere perfect for drinking, or having a delicious sandwiches or burger. And ignore that business about seven minutes. We’re sure you’ll stay much longer.

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[Photo: Global Hermit]

Seven Minutes In Heaven