Three years later, Max and Mortiz hasn't changed. The narrowness of the restaurant makes you feel conspicuous as soon as you enter, yet you will wait quite a while for a hostess, waiter, or aproned busperson to recognize and seat you. The staff's preoccupation with things other than their patrons will continue to plague you. On repeated brunch visits, whether the restaurant was busy or quiet, I found drinks and food interminably delayed and inequitably paced. On my most recent visit, I slowly finished a whole cup of busperson-served coffee before anyone came to take my order.
Appetizers are tasty.
Steamed mussels in savory, garlicky broth are delicious, but suffer from a lack of table bread for sopping up the savory, garlicky broth, and a shellfish fork is not supplied. But don't order appetizers at all. This kitchen's trafficking will turn your visit into a hungerthon. It's not worth it. On other visits the dish is late and lukewarm, or has tasteless ham or overpoached eggs.