D’eramo M Edward, DDS

Took my boyfriend here for some extractions. I had been here before to have my wisdom teeth removed and from what I remember it was a great experience.
The staff couldnt be more friendly and caring and they explained everything to a T. Office a bit outdated but who cares about that really. It was clean, professional and comfortable.
They took great care of my bf and he was happy with the results. I would recommed this dentist to anyone who needs sedation for a procedure.

Holy effing molars. I fell into Dr. D’Eramo’s capable hands thanks to a referral from my dentist on Shirley Ave, and he and his troupe of lovely ladies took great care of me during my recent oral surgery. I had one impacted tooth and it’s unsurprisingly been the slowest to recover, but I didn’t question Dr. D’Eramo’s expertise for a second. I got four — count those suckers — FOUR — wisdom teeth removed, and I write this review under the lovely spell of the Vicodin he prescribed me for the pain. HUZZAH.
The entire process from consultation to payment to the operation and followup has been about as hassle-​free as one might hope. Almost too hassle free, in fact: you can tell that the dear doctor and his assistants are such pros that they breeze through instructions, precautions, and post-​op recommendations so fast that someone who doesn’t know any better (moi) won’t know to ask for clarification until after the fact. Come with questions or else you’ll feel like everyone’s being a bit paternalistic. Speaking of which, I’m 24 — and don’t get why he kept on referring to me as ‘girl’. (the flipside: the ladies here not only openly bantered with me about my exotic looks, yeast infections, crazy names and the weather but also safeguarded the phone I forgot there for days on end.)
Not relevant, but hey; my post-​op haze was a little freaky — I was giggling about the hairnet on my head one minute and the next was lying prostrate in the recovery area with gauze shoved in my cheeks. I’m still wondering how I was transported from one place to the other… I’m thinking either teleportation or me zigzagging about in a giggly drunken stupor. Either way, this place is awesome. and so is my Vicodin.