The story of going to Max’s on Broad (which isn’t on Broad St.; it’s off of Broad) begins with a friend asking if I had been. People assume I’ve been to every brunch place Richmond has to offer since I write for this blog, but, readers, time is finite, and ATOB isn’t a nonprofit, so I have to self-fund these brunch adventures.

So, friend who asked, no, I haven’t been.

My friend then told me I had to go, which is every friend’s inevitable advice about any restaurant they bring up in conversation. “They’re a Belgian place,” my friend explained.