Several years ago this little poem in honor of The Cincinnatian Hotel Concierge was discovered tucked away in the big, red reservation book that the the ladies have long used to record their daily observations, notes to each other, and feedback from guests which they use to cement their reputation further as the preeminent go-to gals in the city's cultural and entertainment pantheon. It is a treasure trove of wonderful Cincinnati minutia - where to eat, what to see, how to travel and when to best appreciate all of the sights, sounds, luxuries and pastimes of the Queen City. We reproduce the poem here entitled simply "The Concierge" in honor of all those marvelous women who have sat "perched" in the chair anxious to do the bidding of Cincinnatians from far and wide, whether in the city for an hour, a day or several weeks and months at a time.
Thank you to all those ladies of yesteryear (Pat Mattis, Paula McQuown, Mandy Schroder and Caitlin Halstead to only name a few) and thanks also to our current Concierge staff, Jodie and Lindsay, especially the irrepressibly kind and generous Ms. Fitz, who has been known to spread the "happy germ" everywhere she goes, for lending us her bright and cheerful visage - along with her collaborator, the class-conscious hotel mascot, Don Pigiovanni - in this ode to her honor.
The Concierge
On highback chair in lobby bare
Seated patiently upon her perch
With warm disposition fulfilling her mission
To help when you’re in a lurch
For entertainment and dinner, she is our cultural center
With ideas and recommendations to offer
And your own time do not waste, for in precious haste
She can make reservations for you and another
While in Ohio’s Southwest, put her to the test
So she may help you in all your endeavors
From weekend excursions to culinary immersions,
The Concierge – at The Cincinnatian Hotel – there is no equal nor better.
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