Around this time last year, we were just returning from my first-ever trip to India. It’s unlike any place I’ve ever been and the only way I can think to describe it is “sensory overload.”
Houston gets a bad rap. Sure, Austin’s the hip place to be in Texas, but there is plenty to see, buy and eat in Houston. Yes, buy and eat. There’s tons of shopping and admittedly, even I get a bit of anxiety just thinking about the Houston Galleria. And there are tons of restaurants. There’s a reason Houston reclaimed the title of America’s Fattest City.
Having lived in Houston before and still having family in Texas, we head down south on occasion. And when we do, we try to stay at Hotel Zaza. It’s nestled in the Museum District, right across the street from Hermann Park. I love the location because it’s close to everything I want to do when I’m there, but it’s not in the thick of anything.
The last time we stayed there we got pretty darn lucky; we were put up in a rather posh suite, complete with a boardroom-esque table where I could’ve conducted business meetings!
But it’s not just us humans who are well taken care of, oh no. Had we brought Daisy on this trip, she could’ve been treated to gourmet dog biscuits and puppy water (I wonder if that’s the canine equivalent of Smart Water?).
But back to the people perks. ZaZa’s pool and cabanas are apparently the place to be on hot summer weekends. This photo doesn’t do it justice, but you really must stake your spot early because by mid-morning, it’s slim pickins. I wonder if non-hotel guests are able to take advantage of the pool. Seemed like it last time we were there.