Max's is so very Pittsburgh.
The bottomless Sunday brunch is more gut-busting American continental than authentic German, with sauerkraut served next to the Polish kielbasas and a chafing dish of mac and cheese next to the red cabbage. It's a good deal if you're sitting at the bar all day to watch a game or can put down assorted meats like you own the food chain. Some lighter fare included a bowl of fruit salad and a lox platter, but the rest of the buffet was dominated by sausage, bacon, chicken, and other land animal fare galore. Vegetarians can indulge in a omelet cooked to order on one of two portable butane burners--major props to the employee one-manning this show who clearly flips one-handed omelettes in his sleep by now. Vegans not welcome.
I'll try the menu in hopes of something closer to German food if I ever come back. Otherwise, it's a bit pricey for the quality of food served, especially with coffee and tea disappointingly not included. Don't come here for style and glamor--do come to fill a post-marathon-sized void of butchered-animal desire. What you see is what you get.