You look like you’re doing something wrong when you go into Hunter’s Pub.

Or, more accurately, Hunter’s Pub looks, from the outside, like a place where wrongs are being done.  Its entrance is stuck in the ugly corner of an ugly strip-center on a not-particularly-attractive stretch of South Post Oak.  A small, 70’s-era sign and a cheap “Open” neon mark the door that appears to lead to a seedy backroom of a defunct used computer store.

Instead, it opens to a warm, low bar, populated by friendly, if skeptical, regulars.  The front half of the main room is dim and comfortable.  The back half is brighter to accommodate the pool table, dart board, and full-size shuffleboard.  Another questionable door, at the end of the bar, leads to a spacious patio with picnic tables and a charcoal grill.

This is the kind of bar that has Christmas lights up all year.  This is the kind of bar that puts out crackers and dip and white paper plates on a plastic folding table.  And this is the kind of bar where you can order a scotch on the rocks from a deaf bartender at 2 o’clock on a Tuesday afternoon and you don’t look like you’re doing something wrong.

10549 S Post Oak Rd