The Ramayana Hotel, Ayodhya

Great Location Easy Access Good Food Jai Shree Ram 🚩 🚩 🚩 🚩

Room had no window it was like a closed cell not happy about it. I have already checked out i have no pictures. I totally hold mmt responsible for this issue a 4 star hotel is charging so much money through mmt and giving a third grade room

Oh, where do I begin with The Ramayana Hotel, Ayodhya? This self-proclaimed “4-star” establishment is less a hotel and more a comedy of errors, where the punchline is your misery. If you’re looking for a stay that combines the charm of a ******* house with the service quality of a deserted gas station, congratulations—you’ve found your dream destination. Buckle up for a review that’s as scathing as the grime in their bathrooms. First off, the housekeeping situation is an absolute trainwreck. Calling it “broken” is generous—it’s more like housekeeping has gone on a permanent vacation. There’s apparently one poor soul handling all requests, juggling housekeeping, room service, and probably the hotel’s laundry with the grace of a toddler on a unicycle. Need a towel? Good luck. Want your room cleaned? You’re better off praying for a miracle at the nearby Ram Mandir. The rooms themselves are a dusty, musty disaster—think “archaeological dig” rather than “4-star luxury.” I half-expected to find a fossil under the bed, but all I got was a questionable stain and a lingering sense of regret. The bathrooms? Oh, they deserve their own horror movie. Dirty, neglected, and sporting a stench that could wake a coma patient, these facilities are a health hazard masquerading as amenities. The water supply is a cruel joke leaving you to contemplate whether you’re in a hotel or a survivalist boot camp. I tried to shower, but the dribble from the faucet was so weak, I ended up air-drying my dignity instead. And don’t get me started on the “hot water” situation—one reviewer mentioned being handed an immersion rod to heat their own water, which is less “hospitality” and more “DIY plumbing nightmare.” Then there’s the staff—or lack thereof. The service is so abysmal, it’s almost performance art. Amit Singh at the front desk is the star of this tragic show, displaying the professionalism of a disgruntled teenager forced to work on their day off. Basic tasks like checking in or answering simple questions seem to overwhelm him, leaving guests stranded in a limbo of unfulfilled requests. One review I found mentioned Amit’s rudeness and need for “customer orientation training”—I’d say he needs a whole personality transplant. The rest of the staff, when you can find them, are either unhelpful or non-existent, making you wonder if they’ve all been sacked. Plus non-Hindi speaking friends would find it difficult to get work done. To top it all off, the location—while close to the highway—feels like a trap. No easy transport, just you and your overpriced cab or a perilous trek to find an auto-rickshaw. The only thing “4-star” about this place is the effort it takes to survive a night here without losing your sanity. In summary, The Ramayana Hotel is a masterclass in disappointment, where every promise of luxury is a cruel prank. Save your money, your patience, and your nose—book literally anywhere else in Ayodhya. I’d rather sleep in a rickshaw than endure another night in