"Come afternoon or evening, a steady stream of harried lawyers, LSE students in hoodies, and City suits with never-ending lunch breaks crowd around tables with gingham tablecloths at this characterful Holborn pub. First-timers stumble on the Elizabethan stairs leading to The Seven Stars’ loos, and underneath weary-looking wooden beams, regulars chat about Trotskyism while petting a cat in a ruff called General—his predecessor was Clement Attlee. Come for a pint with someone who hates gentrification, or your mate who appreciates a heavy wine pour. photo credit: Aleksandra Boruch photo credit: Aleksandra Boruch photo credit: Aleksandra Boruch photo credit: Aleksandra Boruch" - Sinéad Cranna