Mardi Gras Grill hosts a weekly eating contest

The three contestants in the weekly crawfish eating contest at Mardi Gras Grill on Durham sat side by side on a picnic table bench. On the left was Robert Barnett, a lanky kid wearing a canvas-colored Astros cap. On the other end of the bench was Richard McGregor, an athletic-looking lad from Glasgow, Scotland. My money was on the slightly balding and bespeckled man in the middle, Mike Moore, who prepared for the contest by rolling up the sleeves of his starched blue shirt. The waitress tied lobster bibs around their necks and set out ice water and plastic buckets for shells. Each man got a tray containing three pounds of crawfish hot out of the boiler. Then somebody hollered, "One, two, three, go!" And they ate mudbugs so fast their hands were just a blur.

Nobody clocked them, but Mike Moore and Robert Barnett both finished their trays in a couple of minutes and raised their hands in unison. After the waitress inspected their discarded shells looking for any unfinished tails, the contest was declared a tie. Both men got the first prize of a $25 gift certificate.

On my first visit to Mardi Gras, last weekend, I ate four pounds of crawfish --but not fast enough to win any prizes. They were the first crawfish I've had this year and they tasted wonderful. They weren't caked with mud, but they didn't smell like chlorine from overzealous purging, either.

Mike Moore, shown here, tied with Robert Barnett for first place in the Crawfish eating contest.
Daniel Kramer
Mike Moore, shown here, tied with Robert Barnett for first place in the Crawfish eating contest.

Location Info


Mardi Gras Grill

1200 Durham Drive
Houston, TX 77007

Category: Restaurant > Cajun

Region: Heights

1200 Durham (77007)


I burned my fingers on the first few. They were cooked in a spicy boil and then dusted with peppery Cajun spice mix before they were served piping hot in the ceremonial beer trays. The pile of crawfish came with several boiled potatoes and chunks of corn on the cob which were lightly tossed in butter.

When I came back to watch the crawfish eating contest on Tuesday night, I admired the techniques of the participants. The crawfish are especially hard to eat right now because they are so damn small. Of course, complaining about the size of the crawfish is an annual spring ritual in Houston.

Ten years ago, we got a lot of big ones. But then the crawfish farmers discovered the foreign market. European buyers pay lobster prices for the largest crawfish, and so now the harvest is cherry-picked and the big ones are sent off to la-di-da restaurants in Europe. We eat what's left -- and we complain about it a lot. Of course, the crawfish are extra small in the early spring. We hope they will get larger as we get further into the season.

Like some kind of mudbug homing pigeon, I find my way back to this ramshackle building on Durham Drive by the railroad tracks every year around this time. When I first came here for crawfish, the restaurant was called Floyd's Cajun Shack. It was founded by Floyd Landry, the man who made Cajun food famous in Houston and then sold his name to Tilman Fertitta.

Floyd moved on and opened a restaurant in a boat-shaped building on I-45. ("Cajun Cocktail Queens," April 20, 2006.) He sold his interest in the Durham restaurant to his partners, who also own Big Woodrow's, and they changed the name to Mardi Gras Grill. But that's about the only thing that's different. The menu, the mudbugs, the picnic tables, the stout cocktails and the sure hand at the fry-o-lator are all exactly the same. Which is to say that regardless of the name change, this is still one fine Cajun shack.

On my second visit, I sat outside on the patio with four companions. We polished off a couple of pounds of crawfish while we figured out what to order. I asked for a half-and-half platter of fried shrimp and softshell crab with french fries and onion rings. The waiter brought me fried shrimp and fried stuffed shrimp instead. When I pointed out the error, he graciously told me to go ahead and eat the stuffed shrimp while he put in the order for the softshell crab.

A softshell is a crab that has molted its shell. It is cleaned in the kitchen so you can eat the whole thing. When mine came out, I passed it around the table and everybody ate a little piece of it. We were all blown away. The crab was extremely juicy and covered with a thick crust of spicy bread crumbs. It was so hot, you could barely pick it up, but so good you couldn't stop eating it.

One of my companions ordered the seafood gumbo, which was made with a nutty brown roux and lots of shrimp. It was a little bland when it arrived, but there is no shortage of hot sauces at Mardi Gras, so we doctored it up to our tastes.

I tried the restaurant's signature crab bisque on my first visit, and I was glad I ordered a cup rather than a bowl. It was terrific stuff, but it was so rich with crabmeat, butter and cream, I couldn't have eaten a whole bowl.

Another of my dinner companions, my brother Dave, got a stunning half-and-half poor boy with fried oysters and crawfish. The sandwich was huge, filled to overflowing with seafood and generously dressed with lettuce, tomato and Thousand Island dressing. He added a healthy dose of Louisiana hot sauce. Dave is a big eater, and he couldn't finish it.

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