I was in Phoenix in March 2005 for a convention and found nearly all the downtown hotels were booked by the time I made my reservation. I reluctantly (after reading the other reviews) made my reservation at the Ramada strictly based on its location. What I found was a staff that was among the most gracious and accomodating I've come across in my travels. The hotel was clean. The lcoation was safe. I would definitely stay there again.

The room was dirty -- not filled with trash, just a ratty rug, ratty draperies, etc. On my first afternoon I took a shower and upon exiting the tub I noticed palmetto bugs - a half dozen of them - around the bathroom window... after 15 minutes of shooing them out the window and dropping them down the toilet, i checked the rest of the room to find that there were two dead buds on the rug... The hotel responded poorly... no credit was given to me (although promised by the desk manager who i spoke with)... there was no continental breakfast and the cost of breakfast was laughable ($5 for 3 stips of bacon)... i wouldnt wish this place on my worst enemy

We recently stayed at this property for a convention; Don't let the facade scare you away. The staff was wonderful, along with the accommodations from check-in to check-out. Though the hotel is tucked away from the main strip and hard to find, it is a gem in the desert.
The hotel has an old Las Vegas feel to it (the Lobby is decorated with Marilyn Monroe photos, apparently she stayed there while filming her movie; Bus Stop). For a small hotel, it is nothing fancy, but the charm and the nicety of the staff makes it all up for it. Rooms are located in a courtyard with a pool with towering palm trees. Price is a little expensive this time of year, but the sunshine and my tan was well worth it.

I have been in some disgusting hotels, but this one takes the cake. After a long day, I pulled the sheets down, hopped into bed, and settled my head into the stink of a previous visitor's cheap perfume. I almost vomited, and spent one hour in the shower trying to scrub it off. I switched to the other bed, and used my t-shirts as pillow cases. When I told the attendent at the front desk of the problem the next morning I got, 'That's interesting, another guest complained of a yellow stain on their pillow just the other day. They really need to do something about housekeeping. Unfortunately, there's nothing I can do about it here. That's a housekeeping problem.'

Rather than try to explain to the attendent the merits of caring about other functions of the hotel other than the those within arms reach, I left as soon as possible.

What a disgusting, miserable place to spend the night.