The hotel's decor is striking and handsome; the staff professional, and the beds comfortable. The breakfast is particularly nice -- but beware: they're prone to cancel it without warning if there's a private event booked for that space. (I came downstairs, hungry, and found myself out of luck.) And there aren't many other places downtown to eat breakfast on weekends. Pack a banana, or else resign yourself to a cab ride.
I've recently stayed at the Lancaster, just a couple blocs down Texas Ave., and given the choice would take that over the Magnolia. But this is a perfectly agreeable alternative. (And yes on the great big bathtubs here -- they're really nice.)
Personal rant: I'm an attractive, well-turned-out middle-aged woman who travels alone on business a lot. And I've got a real chip on my shoulder about how often I get stuck in a tiny room on the second floor nine miles from the elevator, next to the cleaning storage and with a view of a brick wall. Hotel managers seem to think they can screw single woman travelers this way, and we won't complain. It happens far too predictably for it to be mere coincidence.
And it happened (again) here. They were nice about finding me a better room when I asked for one, but Lordy -- why do we always have to go through that tango?
Once in a while, I find a hotel that sees a woman on her own, and decides that what I need is some extra pampering, protection, and looking after. I get a nice quiet room on an upper floor, and a little extra attention. When I'm a long way from home and husband, I cherish those places. The Magnolia has a competitor right down the street that excels at this, and might want to reconsider its policies.
Next time, I'm back at the Lancaster.
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