Words cannot describe how sleazy and run down this place is. I assure you that the pictures on their website were taken no less than 25 years ago; pay close attention to the clothes the people are wearing.

I'm not a clean freak at all. In fact, I take pride in the fact that I'll pick up food that has been dropped on the floor up and eat it. I felt like the actor on that movie "The Crying Game" when I left this dump.

A group of us got into Fairbanks late one night. After a solid day of traveling, we arrived at Bartlett's at around 2 AM. Needless to say, I spent about 90 seconds in my room before finding something growing inside what appeared to be a heater duct. Following lots of driving and begging, we were able to get into a new hotel by about 5 AM.

I remember the hallways were narrow, long, very dimly lit with the most unpleasant red light. There were plates of half-eaten food littering an old, stained and raveling carpet. The air was thick and richly concentrated with must, tobasco sauce, and something else I couldn't quite put my finger on; however, it was likely prostitution. I came to this conclusion when noticing two round dark spots on the wall, above my headboard. Upon closer examination, it was evident that these marks were actually mosaics of greasy fingerprints memorializing the debaucherous escapades of a lower-class's infidelities. If that doesn't disgust you, you haven't seen the bathroom. I applaud the brave people on this site who have left reviews about the water pressure in the bathrooms; if there was a briefcase containing $10,000 cash in mine, it'd still be there. The images I describe to you have effectively been burned into my mind, and since, I haven't slept quite as well I once did.

Remind you, I am not making this up nor have embellished any detail of my recollection. This is exactly how it was. On my way out, I searched for a coke machine, which was conveniently located one-half mile down a dimly lit red hallway, around a corner, right past where the carpet completely ends and the floor becomes an aged-moldy concrete. A few times I got disoriented walking, not being able to make my mind up of whether this was a hotel or some low-budget, B-list movie set for a gorey horror flick.

For those who enjoy watching television, one may find difficulty in turning the screen toward the bed because some genius in management bolted the thirteen inch fossil to the vanity in a manner to where it wouldn't turn. This is likely the same person who, on their website, proclaims, "Upon entering our lobby, you will experience Alaskan décor at its finest." Well folks, upon our arrival, we were greeted by a drunken patron in the lobby screaming obsceneties at some poor girl on the opposite end of a telephone. Even with this happening and the almost non-existent light, it was also hard not to notice the seventy-year breeding ground for bacteria and disease which they call a carpet.

My best memory of Captain Bartlett's was leaving Captain Bartlett's. Come to think of it, I can remember explaining to the night auditor at a hotel down the road that she saved my life.

My room was too far from the front door.

Rooms are dark, depressing and moldy. Bathroom door doesn't lock, or even close for that matter! Showers are terrible; water pressure is unbelievably low. Dingy bar out front put me off, and the food is overpriced. Wouldn't go there again.

Took forever to check in, had to explain several times I had a reservation! Room was freezing even with thermostat all the way up. Smoke detector disabled! couldn't get out fast...

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Unless you enjoy moldy surroundings, please avoid this dump. The employees are grouchy and unfriendly, and the gross food in the restaurant in this hotel is way overpriced.

The shower was a trickle that was either too hot or too cold, nothing in between. The rooms are dark, moldy and depressing. This flea bag place really needs to be reported to the public health department, no exaggeration. If you have even a somewhat bad immune system, this place will definitely make one ill.

It is way overpriced, too (considering the lack of quality.)

Rooms were terrible, but not as bad as the attitude of the front desk staff. One bright light was the Russian breakfast waitress.

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