The Storehouse NYC


By Dane Feldman

Photo by Dane Feldman.

The Storehouse NYC is an Irish pub that first opened just under two years ago on 23rd Street between 5th and 6th Avenue in Manhattan.

The food
I have been to The Storehouse a few times, but so far only for lunch. It happens to be located right in BTR’s backyard, so it’s become a great spot for me for lunch particularly because of the lunch specials. For around $10, The Storehouse offers salad, burgers, three different sandwiches, or a traditional Irish breakfast. Each lunch entree comes with a choice of beer, house wine, or soda. The burgers and sandwiches come with a choice of french fries, sweet potato fries, onion rings, or a side salad.

As of now, I have tried the tuna melt, the regular french fries, and the sweet potato fries. The food isn’t anything special, but it’s consistent and the menu items are perfect for the days where I’m just looking for a classic that won’t disappoint.

The Storehouse also offers a fuller pub-style dinner menu and a dessert menu.

The drinks
The Storehouse boasts a full bar, but it also serves coffee, Irish tea, herbal tea, and soft drinks. I’ve only had beer and cider here, both on tap. The Storehouse does serve Angry Orchard, which is probably my favorite of hard ciders. Soon, I’ll have to break out of my shell a bit and go for some bar classics that an Irish pub like The Storehouse likely does best: Guinness on tap, Irish whiskey, and the like.

The service/ambience
The Storehouse was made to look like an old Irish pub. It’s dimly lit and filled with wooden chairs, tables, and bar stools. Rustic hanging light bulbs line the ceiling above the polished wood bar.

The waitresses are extremely friendly, helpful, and attentive. After only going for lunch once, the waitress recognized me and struck up a conversation, which is a definite plus for me. I already feel like a regular.

All in all, The Storehouse is the perfect place to unwind for a little while. Everything about it screams comfort (even the wooden bar stools, which usually leave me bent over). I look forward to earning my status as a regular.