If you’re not from Texas, you probably only know about Marfa from the pop-up Prada “shop” that’s “there” to highlight the artsy west Texas town. If your a Texan, you’ve heard Marfa is like a cool “Santa Fe” where all of the interesting artists live and should be on a to-do list of local getaways. That’s what inspired my girlfriends and I to make the trek.
After my short stay, I’d like to take this blog post to set the record straight: there is nothing to see, eat, or do, in the town. The artists that go there must hull up in their little commune and not emerge until they’re ready to sell their stuff in the big city.
The run-down town is built around a highway with only one other main street and two decent restaurants, neither of which you can get a reservation at.
We were excited to stay at the famed Thunderbird Inn because we are all huge fans of The Hotel St. Cecilia in Austin (read my review here). But it proved to be just like any other motel, with the exception that the service was far from friendly.
I think this car says it all. Is Marfa: Artsty? Kinda. Cute: Not so much? Overall, none of us were impressed, especially after the 9 hour drive it takes to get there from Houston!
Now, do you see where I’m coming from. Marfa just ain’t worth it y’all.