It is very hard to get a cab in Houston. This is the result of my exhaustive research of the city, which consisted in missing a connecting flight there and having to spend the night at the Marriott by the airport. By the airport is a bit misleading–the hotel is actually in the airport. Both convenient for travel, and proof that even people in Houston realize visitors to their city don’t want to step foot in Houston. You can literally get off your plane, get on the airport mono-rail and step off at the Marriott check-in counter without ever setting foot outside.
This would have been my goal, if it weren’t for the unfortunate closure of the Marriott restaurant, forcing me to venture out into the streets of Houston (though in truth, I’m not sure the Houston airport is really in Houston–I saw big buildings quite far away as we landed) to try and get some dinner.
You would think a hotel inside an airport would understand that people staying there are not from Houston and would have questions like “Where is the nearest place to eat?” and “Can I get a cab?” Unfortunately, no one I met was prepared to answer these questions.
It turns out, is almost impossible to find out where the nearest restaurant to the hotel is, though with some persistence you can get this info. And it is even harder to find a way to locate a cab. There are none hanging outside the hotel like you’d expect. The concierge after much consternation, decided that he could maybe call and see if a cab was in the area. And this was all easy compared to the task of getting a cab from the nearest restaurant (actually, it wasn’t the nearest–there was a Chili’s and a Waffle House, but I ended up and some steak joint where they serve you steak covered in foamy butter with a side cup of butter in case one stick wasn’t enough), which proved IMPOSSIBLE.
The hostess at the front was even more flummoxed by the request for a cab the the concierge had been. It seemed like she had literally never been asked by a customer to call her a cab ever. The cab company, once located, was equally confused. Yes, they acknowledged, they had 1 or 2 cars maybe in the area, but they weren’t sure how to get in touch with them. The process took an hour, during which I could only watch the band at Joe’s Crab Shack across the parking lot play to an empty patio in the 90 degree Houston humidity.
Let me just go on record and say no, Houston should not be able to host the Olympics until they figure out the value of having cabs around areas with lots of out-of-towners. Was Houston in the running to host the Olympics? I doubt it, but let me be preemptive in saying NO, NO, NO.

