And that's good, because something had to.
I booked for three nights, ended up staying for four. The first person I met was Dan, out on the street, who asked "Are you the new guy?" Within 10 minutes, I was very happy to be the new guy. I had a kitchen that I should have made more use of, for a price I couldn't argue with. The building put me in mind of nice old wooden homes I grew up in, in Berkeley, CA.
The reputation for friendliness is deserved. On a weekend morning, Leah drove me to the conference I was attending downtown, when I was running a little late. She was great fun to talk to. As an inn manager myself, I have more than a little in common with her.
The neighborhood is quite as described in the other reviews here. For me, it was the perfect antidote to the conference venue (Hyatt Regency Downtown, in a bleak concrete-tower landscape which I've been told is also home to the terrestrial branch office of Darth Vader Enterprises.) The historic district offers comfortable diversity, but also, in its restaurants, bars and cafes, a lot of Stuff White People Like -- to which I'm fatally attracted, being a white quasi-hipster myself. At Beavers, I had quinoa-blackberry salad -- with a bowl of Texas chili. Both were great. At Catalina Cafe, I tried a Kenyan brew that had me asking the barista if their roaster ships internationally. Maybe it's no Austin, but if you need that in your life while you're in Houston, stay here.