I’ve stayed at the Houstonian Hotel a number of times back in the late 90s and it was a bit overrated.
It was overrated in 1992 when I was there on expense account and 21 and in love with all the texas gals who could hold their liquor when wine coolers were the rage. The glory days of Houston per the locals were the post NASA build out days of the oil boom, downhill ever since who shot JR days of the mid 80s.
My soul is still looking for the texas bar between roadhouse and Rush(1991) that does not turn out to be filled with Titty Twister harpies.
The oil boom is back in swing, nobody notices. Cause it aint cool to be a black gold miner.