Up until now, I always presumed that the "Concierge Level" of most hotels was something out of high society - a floor where well-dressed people hob-nobbed in elite circles and noshed on fancy hors d'ourves and talked big business or negotiated lucrative Hollywood contracts.
Guess who's disappointed?
Breakfast this morning was pretty much what I expected - lots of business folks in suits grabbing a quick bite to eat before heading off to their morning meetings *. But last night, as I was sitting in the lounge going over some paperwork I was beholden to a parade of overweight balding men in sweatpants who sauntered through the lounge, breathing heavily and helping themselves to heaping plates full of egg rolls.
Guess who was disappointed again?
Oh well, at least the food was free. Beats paying $15 for breakfast cereal from room service.
* Just like me, except I'm not wearing a suit.