Good news for gaming enthusiasts, the state of Nevada, and Martha Stewart fans like me: our massive queen opened her first restaurant in Las Vegas over the weekend. Martha Stewart’s Bedford is located in the Paris casino and is inspired by the iconic lifestyle of the lifestyle icon.
The 194-seat restaurant is designed to emanate vibes that will make you feel like a guest in Martha’s 1920s-era farmhouse in Bedford, New York. (For reference, it is the same house where he spent the home confinement portion from her 2004 prison sentence.) The menu is a French riff on the kinds of food Martha supposedly serves at home, on the ranch where her guinea fowl wander.
Las Vegas is full of name-brand restaurants, and the casino in Paris is already like being trapped in a People magazine cover simulation. Gordon Ramsay has a steakhouse, Guy Savoy sells fluffy brioche, Bobby Flay has a burger joint, and Lisa Vanderpump serves up French fare in a gothic-themed funhouse with eccentric energy.
But Martha devotees will likely be delighted with The Bedford. There’s something about a Las Vegas restaurant opened by a brilliant 81-year-old billionaire who somehow managed to get rich behind bars and now spends his days shooting grainy, unhinged Instagram posts at the record that I find inherently appealing. Like one Twitter user wrote, “If you’re not trying to go to The Bedford by Martha Stewart with me, don’t even talk to me.” Here’s what you need to know.
The menu is French.
There’s nothing particularly modern about The Bedford. The menu is something like what would be served at an all-inclusive resort in the 90’s, which apparently is still how Martha’s diners are. “These are the same dishes that I serve to family and friends in my own home,” she said in a press release.
I’m not exactly sure where in the Las Vegas desert the food could be grown, but the press release claims that everything at The Bedford is made with local ingredients. Patrons can start with a classic Niçoise salad, baked Rockefeller oysters with Pernod cream, or a jumbo prawn cocktail. As for entrees, there’s a burger served with tomato marmalade and caramelized onions and a bowl of Big Martha’s pierogis, a brown buttered version of her mother’s recipe.
Dessert highlights include an upside-down lemon meringue cake topped with whipped cream, a milk chocolate tart with Sicilian pistachios, and a classic crème brûlée.
Dinner includes a live potato mashing.
Because it’s Las Vegas, there’s luxury and spectacle at The Bedford. For the main course, a whole roasted chicken is cut tableside. His bone-in rib eye, an order that simply screams high roller, will also be publicly sliced and served with a choice of Bordeaux or Béarnaise sauce. The pièce de résistance: Baked potatoes that are squashed in front of your very eyes and topped with crème fraîche, chives and bacon lardons, or an optional scoop of one-ounce Golden Osetra caviar for $115.95.
The drinks on the menu are inspired by Martha herself.
Let me introduce Stewart’s alter egos: the Martha-tini, shaken tableside with vodka, dry vermouth and a twist of lemon; the Martha-rita Frozen Granada, made with Casa Dragones Blanco tequila, Cointreau and pomegranate juice; the Classic Martha-rita, a saltier take without the pom; and Martha’s Perfect Manhattan, made with bourbon, vermouth, bitters and Luxardo cherries. From the wine list, diners can savor Martha’s 19 Crimes California Chardonnay.
The space replicates Martha’s real dining room
To be clear, this is not a “cool” restaurant. In line with the implicit vulgarity of a Las Vegas casino, The Bedford seems to be styled in a Richie Rich sort of way. Inside, you’ll find what’s supposed to be an exact replica of Martha’s farmhouse wooden dining room. Minimalistic lighting sconces, pretty floral displays, and bird-themed artwork are juxtaposed with a subtle, neutral palette of whites and grays that give off “spring in Montauk” vibes.
The open kitchen area looks quite dreamy and functional, with marble countertops, stainless steel appliances, and an enviable wall of Martha’s own collection of copper pans hanging like ornaments on a Christmas tree. For an American fever dream, you can also eat “al fresco,” in a patio dining area under the faux cloudy blue skies of the Paris casino.