Huntsman Inn

AVOID AVOID AVOID.
The old-​fashioned exterior coupled with the hardcore locals stood outside who look like they could punch the living daylights out of you if you looked at them the wrong way, doesn’t really persuade you into the pub. Just a retro local boozer with many others better than this.
I have never been in and don’t ever want to.

This is a scary pub. Basically it reminds me of the pub in Trainspotting where Begbie throws his pint glass off the balcony and it hits a woman in the face. What I’m trying to say is that it’s a rough pub. Really rough.
Me and Tiny Friend ended up here a few months ago, after a curry. Let’s just say that within seconds of entering we were leched on by a variety of rough Mancs. I swiftly downed my half, and Tiny Friend left her drink without finishing it, and we made a hasty exit.
This is a nasty place, it smells and the clientele are bloody well objectionable Just stay away. Please.

The Huntsman lurks at the border of Rusholme like a particularly fat predator, and the whole ambiance of the place is less than compelling, to say the least. Why it is situated right in the curry mile is unclear, but I imagine it must have been round for a good long while. And judging by some of the clientèle, they’ve been here all that time.
There’s really no reason to even bother testing your luck in this place, Hardy’s Well is nearby and even if it’s not great, it’s a damn sight better than here.

Watch your back as you enter this peculiar pub on the curry mile. Take a stroll in, have a pint, still watching your back, finish as quick as possible, leave. There’s an aggressive aurora about the huntsmen, a proper hardcore English pub in the curry mile well strikes me as downright nationalist. For those who dare; again watch your back and don’t knock over anybodies pint for god sake.