Martini — Restaurant in North Myrtle Beach

Let me tell you about The Great Breadstick Battle—a harrowing tale of carbs, confusion, and one mother who would not back down.

We were a party of six, just trying to enjoy a nice meal. All we asked for was a little bread to start. Seems innocent enough, right? Wrong. That’s when our waiter stepped in with unprecedented energy for something so basic.

I asked if they had bread service. He said, “No, we don’t have bread.” But then—plot twist—he immediately corrected himself: “Well… we have bread. But only one breadstick per salad. One with pasta.” So now we’re playing the “You get a breadstick! But only if you qualify!” game.

Then came the Oscar-worthy line: “Our food is so delicious, we don’t want customers filling up on bread.” Sir. Please. It’s bread. We’re not about to ruin the chef’s legacy with a carb.

My future son-in-law asked for an extra one—denied. Flat out. Shut down. Then my daughter’s friend stepped in like a hero and asked if we could just get a basket and pay for it. The waiter said sure—for $2 a breadstick. We said, “No problem, we’ll pay.” And guess what? He brought the breadsticks… and never even charged us. So why the song and dance?

And now for the real star of the evening: Mama. Once the Bread War had begun, she was not letting it go. Oh no. Mama does not surrender to menu-based manipulation. She had questions. She had commentary. She had bread-based justice on her mind. Every time the conversation drifted, she brought it right back: “Can you believe he said the food was too good for bread?” “Two dollars for a breadstick. TWO.” “I just wanted some bread, Lord help me.”

To top it off, the waiter gave me the death glare of the century when we accidentally started speaking at the same time—as if I had interrupted a presidential address.

Look, the food was fine. It might even be “so delicious,” as advertised. But I’ll remember this place for one reason and one reason only: the breadstick battle Mama refused to lose.

The breadsticks were...

Picked this place because of the location and reviews, both can be scary right?. So we arrive and the outside reminded me of a casino, no windows, if the parking lot wasn't packed at 4:15 on a Wednesday I possibly would have considered another place, that would have been a huge mistake. We parked around back and entered a very packed bar area, lighting was great and it smelled amazing, there was zero available seating at the bar and half the tables where occupied, I was surprised. The offer, wait for it... $5 martinis during happy hour, not my drink but I did taste it and it was pretty good. The service was good and prompt, we took a while to read the menu and order, yeah we where those people, sorry. So the menu looked amazing even for my picky self, it was so great I was struggling between 10 different items, last time I was able to have 10 choices was, um never. The food came out hot, even the plate was warm. IT was obvious from the first bite that the kitchen cooks with love, this was so far from a chain meal, felt old school home made by my Italian Grandmother, you know back when most restaurants cared what they served, Martini cares for sure. Amazing meal, amazing atmosphere and they had a guy playing the guitar and singing by the piano, he too was top shelf. Hope you made it this far and I apologize for being so wordy, its been a long time since I paid for a meal and felt like I cheated them, 2 people drinks, dinner and occupied the table for a few hours and it was under $100! So you can go to Chik Phil Aye and save 20 bucks or just go to Martini and get some awesome food. I don't leave reviews normally. Cant wait to go...

1st time to Martini restaurant. Restaurants like these are too hard to come by any more. If we could,, there would be more stars added to this rating... My husband and I both said that if we lived in - or near - Myrtle Beach, Martini would be the restaurant of our choice for a weekly one or two night(s) out. The food was FANTASTIC. I had a pasta with chicken, artichoke heart,...HOUSEMADE Alfredo sauce that was one of the best that I have had (& I am Italian/grew up in Chicago! I also spent over 25 years in the restaurant/bar business so I feel I am a good judge of restaurants, food & service). My Caprese salad was wonderful. My husband had a Grouper dish that he loved. We arrived early. We were sat in the lounge type area (which we had requested) where the Jazz Pianist would be playing. He arrived and got down to business. He was perfect: definitely at the right sound level that didn't interfere with dining or conversation. & "Thank You" to him for 'Satin Doll' (a song that my Dad, a Jazz drummer, would always play for me when I was young - this brought a tear or two to my eye) & he took requests: 'Take Five' - so good to hear!! The Happy Hour is also a nice way to try smaller plates (but there was no skimping on portions). We saved Martini for our last night but found ourselves wishing we had started our wk with them as only one other restaurant of all that we tried came close to the same enjoyment regarding food, service and atmosphere. Martini, you made our trip. -- Do you by chance send food by dry ice?!! THANK YOU MARTINI - you have restored my faith in restaurants!!!! Wish you were in the mountains...