It’s probably not a good idea to eat things from a 7-Eleven, but I don’t plan to live beyond 35 years of age so it doesn’t really matter to me.
This particular 7-Eleven is near a rehab center and in the middle of Downtown, so if you’re a heartless classist able to compartmentalize the negative externalities of capitalism like every other Bostonian, you’ll be fine.
For about a month not too long ago, I would buy two Snapples for $2 every morning because there was an incredible sale and 7-Eleven is on my way to work. The cashiers recognized me at the register (a wordless smile, sometimes I was permitted to skip the line, they knew for example that I did NOT need a bag without asking) and I felt like I was in a never-ending episode of Cheers, except more like Groundhog Day because it was a nightmare and without the girlfriend that you get at the end of the movie. I also did a stint where I bought those triangle-shaped sandwiches for $4. They’re actually not that bad and I duly recommend you try one if you’re hungry and you have less than $5 on you.