I'll be the first to admit: don't come here for the food. It is not for those with delicate sensibilities or a snobbish palate.
That said, I love Ritters. Its a Pittsburgh classic (my parents used to eat here) and is pretty much the standard place to go after emerging from an East End dive bar covered in sweat and cigarette smoke, drunk, and seeking some greasy awfulness. The clientele can get belligerent but I think this is all part of the fun. Its a Den of Shame - bask in it, put something on the jukebox, and relax...or don't go here.