There's something sexy about Restaurant Max. Maybe it's the fuchsia glow coming from the futuristic, artsy pods that surround large marble columns left over from the space's former life as a bank. Maybe it's the cute, young waitstaff who have smiles that can wipe away the stress of a long downtown day. Maybe its the addictive tangy-sweet flatbreads or the cute professionals who plop down in the lush seating. Whatever it is, the bar at Restaurant Max has given that nightlife-deprived section of downtown Minneapolis something to get excited about.