Frederiksberg-Tandlægerne

As far as careers go, I’m fairly certain dentists are the least liked on the planet. Talk about a job that involves inducing pain, and brings out some horrible fears and anxiety in most people.
I mean, who really likes the sound of getting their teeth drilled?
I used to believe that it wasn’t a real trip to the dentist unless I felt like my mouth had (for lack of more delicate words) gotten the sh! t kicked out of it. My previous dentist back in the states, albeit charming, and always eager to discuss indiscreet topics like circumcision, was rough. She was Russian, lived through, well, basically everything you think of when you think of Russia, and is now cleaning and drilling teeth on the 18^th floor of a skyscraper in Times Square. I was actually afraid of her, but too busy to go search elsewhere, I submissively returned every six months for a cleaning.
Now, I have it on good authority that most Danes stop going to the dentist unless absolutely necessary when they turn 18 and it’s no longer free. Being American, it’s against my genetic makeup to not go twice a year. Gotta keep those pearly whites pearly white, yaknowwhatI’msayin’?
I don’t even remember how I found Frederiksberg Tandlægerne, or Sune Holm, who is now my dentist, but I’m glad I did. Sune regularly restores my faith in humanity, by his precision, his delicate way of doing things, and particularly that first day I walked in, where he apprehensively asked me if I had a fear of drilling sounds, and if so, he’d gladly offer me some headphones with some relaxing music to listen to while he buffed my teeth. Blown, Away.
They do all sorts of dental work here (bridges, braces, cleaning, whitening), and at an excellent quality. It’s not free, but it’s your teeth, and you gotta take good care of them.