When my friend Cris and her twins visited Houston for the holidays, I knew we weren’t just in for wine and catch-up chats (though that’s non-negotiable). We were on the hunt for something fresh and offbeat, and Meow Wolf had caught our attention with its word-of-mouth buzz and a website full of wild, psychedelic visuals. My kids (22, 21, and 18) were less enthusiastic, with one dryly remarking, “It looks like an acid trip gone wrong.” Ah, the joys of raising skeptics.
Tickets secured online—because this place operates with military precision—we geared up for the mystery of what “interactive art museum” could entail. Heads up: parking isn’t free, so have your wallet ready. The system uses license plate recognition, which is equal parts slick and slightly unsettling. Make a mental note of your license plate number, unless you’re into impromptu brain teasers at the exit kiosk.
Nestled on Lyons Street, right across from St. Arnold’s Brewery (a fun little area to check out), we arrived at Meow Wolf’s brightly lit threshold. The entry process was organized but slightly crowded; while they limit the number of entries per time slot, the staggering wasn’t quite perfect. Once inside, a staff member introduced us to the “story” behind the museum. It sounded mysterious, maybe even deep? Honestly, I missed most of it because I was already distracted by the intricate details of the first room—a radio office straight out of a fever dream.
From the second we stepped in, it was clear: this is a place designed for people like me who have to touch everything. Meow Wolf is part art installation, part maze, part “what just happened?” You’re encouraged to explore every nook and cranny—yes, open that fridge; it leads somewhere. Cabinets, secret doors, and random glowing objects all beg to be poked and prodded.
Cris and I roamed together while the kids darted off in separate directions. Every now and then, we’d cross paths and exchange tips like, “You have to see the room with the giant glowing mushrooms!” We thought we’d seen it all a few times over, only to stumble into a whole new section. It’s the kind of place where you could swear the rooms rearrange themselves when you’re not looking.
After two and a half hours of sensory overload, we were hungry and ready to debrief over food. While Meow Wolf has its own bar and restaurant, our picky crew decided to eat elsewhere.
So, was it worth it? Absolutely. Meow Wolf was fun, unique, and one of those experiences where everyone—whether skeptical adult kids or energetic little ones—finds something to love. I enjoyed it, maybe more than I expected, but I’m not sure I’d go back. It’s a one-time trip to the multiverse worth experiencing—just plan your parking ahead of time and don’t forget your sense of wonder. Both are essential.
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