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Restaurant review: There's something about Maray

Bold Street's latest imports the falafel craze that's swept Paris's 4th arrondissement. Judgement: Angie Sammons. Pix: Stephanie de Leng

Written by . Published on June 6th 2014.

Restaurant review: There's something about Maray

TUESDAY June 3, 6pm. Liverpool Confidential is once again prowling the streets of the city centre.

The mission? To sniff out a new taste sensation. Just for you.

One of our number is a hot and sexy new camera, born to shoot incognito pictures in shady places.

The remaining two are very thirsty.

They aren't afraid to chuck huge halves of baked aubergine, stuffed with parmesan, over a crimson heap of intense tomato risotto. The result is like a big, fat, unexpected kiss

Bold Street and Renshaw Street yield three places ripe with potential. Two have closed for the day; a third has no drinks licence, the owner still pondering the notion of “BYO”.

Crestfallen, we meet Dave from The Dispensary in the street. We might be parched, but not so parched as to abandon the whole quest for a bag of Quavers and four pints of White Rat.

Dave waves towards Berry Street and says there must be something new for the camera to feast its micro four-thirds lens on. We discuss how we have been there and done it all. We tell him also that dining forays around the so-called Ropewalks have left us completely burgered.


Dave has not a good word to say about several places, especially those that serve less than huge portions, and bidding our farewells we slope off back down Bold Street, Planet Pulled Pork.

It calls itself Maray, and announces itself, in etched plate glass, as “Falafel, Cocktails, Small Plates”.

“Are you a bar? Are you a restaurant? Or are you what?” we wonder, peering in.

“We are all those things,” a young lady smiles, waving a menu.

By now we are firmly ensconced at the bar, twirling upon wrought iron, height adjustable stools, reclaimed, alongside many more fittings, from a salvage yard in France. There are plants, there is exposed brickwork, there are battered old trunks and an old spindle. There are those muted, pendulous LED lights you get, swinging low over a continuous wooden trestle table down the centre of the small room. There is jazz oozing like sweet woodsmoke from a speaker next to our ear. Can we still talk? Yes we can.

Eat-6030199Liquid refreshment is being poured for fashionable types in their twenties by Dom Jones and Tom White, two parts of Maray's trinity of young owners. The other being James Bates. 

“When did you open?”

“About seven hours ago,” Dom replies, filling our wine glasses from a bottle of Jarrah Wood chardonnay (£15.90, the sauv blanc was £24.) kept on ice on his side.

“No. When did you open for business?”

“Tonight is our first proper night. It's a bit nerve-wracking to be honest.”

There is plenty of meat in the building, but Maray has a selling point that at the moment is unique – to Merseyside at least.

It looks to the Parisian Marais district and to the ultimate kosher/middle eastern fast food that is falafel. These blitzed chickpea balls are to the jumped up 4th arrondissement what artisan brioche buns are to dude dives here.

“But why the spelling? Why not call yourselves Marais and be done with it?”

Eat-6030091-2Arabic flatbreads and dips 

"Everyone would think we were French,” they say.

In the interests of our reconnoitre, it is decided to write absolutely nothing more about falafel. This review is a falafel fail.  It'll keep.

We turn our attention, instead, to the rest of the menu, much of which is similarly Moorish.

Arabic flatbread and three dips (£3.50) is excellent value. Soft, light khoubz and pittas straight from the ovens of the Lebanese El Ammar bakery in Manchester. Everything else, from this point on, is made in-house, they say, in a visible kitchen chock full of chefs and activity. The green chilli sauce is as clean and as fresh as its oppo (an aubergine babaganoush) is velvet, charry mystery. And in the middle a dense, lemony, well judged hummus, balancing light and dark. 

Eat-6030104-2Chicken and puy lentils


Poached, luscious chunks of marinated chicken (£5,50) are as pleasing as the generous pillow of of silky puy lentils they rest on. Lamb, slow cooked, results in tender slices and would be even better if they got hold of some mutton. Just an idea. Here it comes in a verdant lacing of young spinach and underneath, buried treasure, a surprise layer of turmeric potatoes (£5.90).

We will forgive the fact that all this food is served in those sodding ubiquitous enamel mess tins because someone has taken a lot of care devising this menu - and care in its execution - and they have taken a little bit of risk.

Aubergine and parmesanAubergine and parmesan

Thus, they aren't afraid to chuck huge halves of baked aubergine, stuffed with parmesan, over a crimson heap of intense tomato risotto (£5.10). The result is like a big, fat, unexpected kiss.

The vegetarians are going to be all over this place like grateful spaniels and a delicious roast veg couscous with plenty of solid wedges of chargrilled halloumi (£4.70) will keep them coming back for more.

There was textbook, flour-dusted calamari, too (£5.20), with an A-star creamy mayo, though you may not feel the need to fall back on squid rings when there are so many other little adventures to pick and choose.

Such as a cocktail or two. There are 10 in all, devised in-house and mixed with a flourish for plenty of takers. “Rum Come Save Me”: gold rum, spiced rum, lime, passion fruit and Campari, topped up with Ting (and it don't mean a thing if it ain't got that Ting) was served in an embarrasingly generous glass. No sneaky displacing of the booze with Titanic quantities of ice either. A clever, refreshing way to present rum and at £6.50 a go, the only thing coming to save you at closing time might be a paramedic.

Aloe Vera Gin FizzAloe Vera Gin Fizz

Other concoctions include a Maray Whiskey Sour with marmalade in the mix (£6) and Agent Cooper (£7) – vodka, Patron XO, Frangelico, espresso coffee and chocolate bitters. Crikey, who needs pudding?

An Aloe Vera Gin Fizz (£6) is the perfect way to drench a warm summer evening – a treat in store for Bold Street's bearded hipsters – and that's just the women.

One senses the staff will be be pouring themselves a stiff one when the shutters come down - saluting the first day of this hip, hip Maray.

The business has been open for about 10 hours by the time we leave. Maybe it's the vibe, maybe it's the verve, but there is something... something about Maray that convinces us it has been here for 10 years. We just haven't noticed it before.

Angie Sammons, twitter @twangeee

All scored Confidential reviews are paid for by the company, never the restaurant or a PR company, and critics dine unannounced.

91 Bold Street,
Liverpool, L1. Tel: 0151 709 5820 Twitter @marayLiverpool

Rating: 17/20

Food: 8/10
Service: 4/5
Ambience: 5/5

Venues are rated against the best examples
of their kind: fine dining against the best fine dining, bars against other bars etc. 

Following on from this the scores represent:

1-5: Straight in the dog bowl
6-9: Get to the chippy
10-11: In an emergency
12-13: If you happen to be passing
14-15: Worth a trip out
16-17: Very good to exceptional
18-20: As good as it gets



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19 comments so far, continue the conversation, write a comment.

John BradleyJune 6th 2014.

I though about going in on Wednesday night but my hipster allergy started playing up so I went around the corner to Krunchy Fried Chicken.

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Dick ValentineJune 6th 2014.

What an inane comment, if you can't talk about the restaurant why talk at all?

John BradleyJune 6th 2014.

I did talk about the restaurant in saying it set off my Hipster Allergy.

Dick ValentineJune 6th 2014.

Being sarcastic and dismissive about something is hardly discussion. Oscar Wilde you are not, also dismissing something without actually experiencing it is very much the sensibility of hispter

John BradleyJune 6th 2014.

I''ll be sure to make a note of your opinion.

AnonymousJune 6th 2014.

Ok, it's Friday night and it has been a long week. I do not intend to spend the weekend policing this site for bickering personal comments. Once again, it is not fair on the readers, the people who are the subject of the review or anyone else. Right, I'm going to the fridge. Behave. It is the last time I will say this. Angie the Editor

John BradleyJune 6th 2014.

Sorry Miss, again.

AnonymousJune 6th 2014.

Maybe it was the food he didn't eat, that caused the verbal diarrhea

W. C.June 9th 2014.

But you're trying to be clever with a word you can't even spell.

AnonymousJune 6th 2014.

Great read, thanks. I can't wait to pay a visit.

Dick ValentineJune 6th 2014.

Went in myself last night, superb food

AnonymousJune 6th 2014.

That end of town is really something now. 15 years ago there was only the Asha and one other restaurant premises that kept getting tenants and then closing down.

AnonymousJune 6th 2014.

We went for a cocktail and some food after work this evening on your recommendation. The rum was gorgeous and so was the food. Thanks Angie from a bearded hipster chick!

Martin JonesJune 8th 2014.

Eminent Hipsters though!

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AnonymousJune 8th 2014.

Excellent snarky fagen reference my friend!

Beardie WeirdieJune 9th 2014.

Mess tins? They are enamel pie dishes; you could buy them in packets of three from the old 50p shop in Bold Street! A most enticing review however, even though Marais means marsh or swamp. They might have a point; I suppose if they'd used 'Marais' they'd get their windows smashed by UKIP knuckle-draggers thinking they were French.

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John BradleyJune 9th 2014.

You all seem to think it is a Beaumarais. Those enameled things should only ever be used for making Rice or Macaroni Pudding, or whilst camping. Food in proper mess tins would be fun for about 5 minutes.

Huge TeaJune 25th 2014.

Went on the off chance the other night with a chum. Absolutely great. Gently working our way through a plate of gorgeous spicy dippy things, the aforementioned aubergine and a delicious spiced chicken something or other, washed down with an excellent bottle of white, I was trying to work out what it reminded me of. Nearest approximation was the old Everyman Bistro early in the evening when it wasn't cram jam full, but just very pleasantly mellow and dead chilled. Plus the advantage that you can see the street and it has your actual daylight!

Andrea DearyJune 26th 2014.

Visited based on your review and absolutely loved it!

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