Scuttlers

A bizarre little pub — and not in a good way.
There seems to be two parts to this place — a main pub area and a ‘wine bar’ (with little difference between the two). We decided to get a pint of lager and half a cider in the latter.
After waiting for what felt like a decade to be acknowledged at the bar, served and brought back change from a tenner (that was the only good thing about Scuttlers, you don’t often get change from a tenner these days), we had to find seating in the narrowest seating area imaginable.
The tables were more like slithers of wood and the seats were more like pews. If any churches in Manchester have been burgled lately, chances are their seats are in Scuttlers.
Once we were able to squeeze in behind a table, we could hardly breathe and there wasn’t much room for people to walk past either. What a ridiculous set up!
I also didn’t like the look of some of the characters drinking in there, either they were going for the ‘heroin chic’ look or were actually on heroin. I’m not sure which. But we didn’t stick around long enough to find out.

It really doesn’t know what it wants to be. Sort out ur music. Get a credit card machine.