Design-wise, the Magnolia is sleek and modern, like a mid-priced W. The free-form metal staircase between the first and second floors is a bold design concept that makes a great first impression. There was a lovely library adjacent to the bar/breakfast area. And people really seemed to be enjoying the ample, down-home food at the complimentary breakfast buffet. But when you're trying to fill this cool, edgy, boutique hotel niche, everything must be perfectly designed and flawlessly executed. The Magnolia falls short in many respects.
Our room was a Junior Suite on the 6th floor, adjacent to the elevator and, thus, very noisy. Inside, there was too much furniture--so much that the room felt crowded--but it was not all that functional. There was no coffee table, just two little glass-topped end tables in front of the couch. I pushed them together and they looked somewhat less strange. Combined, they were just about big enough for a glass of water and a book. On one side of the couch, there was no end table at all. On the other side of the couch, there was a table that was too tall for the couch (with a chair sitting in front of the table, blocking it--and the pull for the drapes--and making it even more non-functional). There were two more of these too-tall tables on either side of the bed. Instead of siting the mini-bar in the entertainment unit under the TV, where it clearly belonged, the minibar was sitting all alone, by itself, on the rug in front of the windows. Huh?
In the kitchenette area, there was a big hole where the architect had obviously intended a big refrigerator to be installed. Instead of a fridge of the correct size, there was a tiny unit, identical to the mini-bar in the bedroom, surrounded by a bunch of open space. The blond woodwork in the kitchenette did not match the black lacquered woodwork elsewhere in the suite.
On to the bathroom. There were two sinks with ample counter space, in two connecting rooms, which is always welcome when two people are traveling together and need to dress at the same time. The inner room (with the tub and toilet) had lovely hammered stainless steel accessories: soap dish, toothbrush holder, toothbrush rack, tray and trash can. It was quite nice. But the sink in the second room had no accessories at all. Not one. No soap dish. No bar of soap. You couldn't even wash your hands. It was baffling.
The toilet was heated. This may be a welcome feature in Vermont, in the dead of winter, but in Houston, Texas, on a warm spring day?! The seat was so hot that steam was literally coming up from the water in the toilet bowl. Sitting down was very unpleasant indeed.
Other small but annoying things: the safe was inoperable. There was a concierge desk, but I never saw a concierge there. Toiletries were generic with no country of origin labeled (translation: Made In China). I didn't dare use them, but my husband did, and they were not replenished at all during our stay. There was only one bathrobe for two people. There were only a couple of coat hangers. A second bathrobe and a dozen hangers were brought when I called and requested them, but still: why bother asking how many guests there will be during the reservation process if you are not going to outfit the room for that number of guests? How hard can it be to get housekeeping to stock a room, reserved for two people, with two bathrobes?
When we returned to our suite at 3 in the afternoon after being out all day, it had not been cleaned. I had to go find a housekeeper and drag her back to the uncleaned suite. She seemed surprised that I still wanted service so late in the day! So, instead of getting a brief nap between meetings, my husband and I had to sit in the bar for an hour while the housecleaner did her job.
Finally, before we went back to our room, my husband and I went up to the roof to check out the pool and jacuzzi, thinking we'd spend an hour there, unwinding, since we had missed our nap. The jacuzzi was small, but there was a drop-dead view of Houston and environs that went on for miles and miles. But, unfortunately for us, the jacuzzi was full of falling-down drunks--men not just pleasantly buzzed, but totally wrecked. At four in the afternoon. Amazingly, this didn't surprise me, because, when we checked in, I found this bizarre sticker on our bathroom mirror, which I quote in full:
"LOOKING FOR A BUDDY?
"Business travel can be so lonely and there's no better cure than making a few new friends. Why not leave the comfort of your room and visit the hotel bar where our buddies Johnny, Jack and Jim are always happy to join you in a drink or two.
"Just don't get trashed."
The accompanying photograph features a man in a shirt and tie....sitting in a trash can.