Maya Julio DMD

You see many scathing reviews on Unilocal and write off many of them because they seem to be poorly written by unintelligent people whose default state is that of overreaction. Well, let me tell you this: This is not one of those reviews. Much of my extended family has been going to Maya for decades – maybe he was good back then and they have fond memories and aren’t paying too much attention these days, but now? Not so much.
Allow me to substantiate that claim.
He’s been in business for way too long and is using newish technology (Cerec) that he has no clue how to properly wield («It’s kinda like a video game!» I quote. Good start, Doc…). I had no need for crowns (corroborated by a legitimate dentist) but he suggested I get them due to molar pitting (when, in fact, my tooth walls were 100% sound and all I needed were simple fillings), and I stupidly didn’t do my homework.
Do. Your. Homework. Think twice unless you want to spend over a thousand on each tooth for substandard work that you’re being entirely up-​sold on.
The Cerec system may be newfangled and «amazing» but it requires the cutting away of too much tooth structure to make room for the pure-​porcelain crowns and its accuracy is not as good as the tried and true method of a lab-​generated crown. The tech is just not yet there. Or at least not yet there for the tech-​illiterate. It may be ok in the hands of younger dentist who knows how to use a simple trackball and a computer…
Bottom line is philosophy – Maya purports a desire for perfection and beauty whether it’s needed or not – or can even be achieved by someone like him. In my case, it wasn’t needed and it certainly wasn’t achieved. Thousands wasted. Weeks of pain. I’ll never get back the tooth structure he needlessly drilled away. And on top of that (literally) is an incredibly ill-​fitting, huge crown that popped off my teeth *twice* in 6 weeks. My current dentist told me it looks like a temporary crown. Insane.
What’s worse is that he wasn’t even honest. When I went back to him to fix his mess (speaking of insanity…), he made up crap about how the cement he used to put my crowns on originally was subpar and he got new stuff now (as he was putting it on again for the *third* time). I should have made him prove it, but I’m sure he would’ve just bs’d his way through that, as well. In reality, he actually did my second crown to a moderately acceptable standard – it never fell out *twice*, at least – and for that he used the same «poor» adhesive, how coincidental! Further, when I stated said fact, he just shrugged and sat speechless. Guess even the best liars get stumped sometimes…
When I complained of the crown’s ill fit, he tried to tell me that my original molar he had diligently drilled away was shaped exactly the same as his hunchback of a crown, as if I didn’t know my own mouth that I’d been living with for decades. The crown sticks out so far into my tongue I swear I can hear Simba roaring away on Pride Rock right through my jaw.
I’m beginning to look back on my experience and wonder if I didn’t accidentally buy a 2000 dollar ticket to a freaking circus full of clowns. That would have been money much better spent, really.
Unless you’re a devoted masochist, avoid this place at any cost.