Dr. Georgetta Manning Cox, DDS MPH

Top class Professor of Dentistry AND a top notch personal practice. I have been going to her for years and truly enjoy personable experience she gives all her patients! An absolute star studded recommendation!

I was in desperate need of an exam and cleaning and met Dr. Manning Cox. She is funny and very genuine. She made appointment herself. Confirmed the appointment and was on-​time. She gave a thorough exam and an even more thorough cleaning. She also gave me some tips on how to clean my teeth more thoroughly with a permanent retainer. The appointment ended with a very helpful and valuable good bag and an appointment for 6 months later. I was very impressed, which is not an easy task since my first job was in a dental office with an excellent dentist.

OK seriously… I was ready to give 4 or 5 stars after my first visit but my return visit was when things got shady…
I knocked on her door, sat outside for 20 minutes, left 3 voicemails and… NOTHING!
She never showed up for the appointment and never got back to me. I guess I will be taking my money elsewhere!

During an appointment, Dr. Cox does an excellent job explaining what is going on and why and seems very competent and assured, despite the rather archaic looking and messy office. I would be happy to continue going to her… However, she does not hold regular hours and is very difficult, if not impossible, to get a hold of to make an appointment quickly. Not very reassuring if you have a pressing dental need, but I’ll probably continue to go to her for the time being.

I was looking for a dentist and was very hopeful about Dr. Manning-​Cox given Sophie’s rave review. However I myself did not have such a wonderful experience.
I would say she had a nice bedside manner during the cleaning. BUT what struck me as very odd was her refusal to give me an examination at the same appointment as my cleaning. She forced me to schedule another appointment to come in and take the xrays; she said she would look at my xrays afterwards. So I never really had a consultation with her, only a cleaning. I felt like I was being rushed out because the appointment after my cleaning was waiting.
Also her office seems quite disorganized. Trying to call for an appointment was a hassle as others have mentioned and I do find her daughter, who acts as her receptionist to not be the most professional. Save yourself the trouble of having to deal with this. I’ve had issues with my teeth (that were not addressed at the appointment) and I have definitely taken my dental needs elsewhere.

Scoring a hot date with a dentist in this city is hard. My first rendez-​vous, before I met Dr. Cox, was (supposed to be) on January 22. We had set the date two months earlier — I guess she was quite the popular gal. I showed up at the less-​than-​romantic location on Georgia Avenue only to be greeted by a sketchy building with a chained and locked entrance door. I called again and again, but no answer; maybe she was mad at me for something that I hadn’t done. And then I hopped on the wrong bus, which took me to Silver Spring — it looks nothing like Gallery Place, did you know? — but then drove me back down. I screamed, I cried, I jumped up and down but still, I had no dentist. And I hadn’t been cleaned since 2005. Yeah, that’s what happens when you don’t have health insurance.
Then I got over my anger and sorrow, and called Dr. Cox, whom I met on Unilocal.Our first phone call was short and sweet, but we arranged a date: March 4. I could hardly wait. The big day came, and I was on my way to meet the woman who I knew was going to change my life when the phone rang; thinking she was calling to say that she couldn’t wait to meet me, I answered cheerfully: «Hello? … Oh, hi!!! *heart*»
But the smile adorning my face quickly faded when she told me that the date was off. The sound of a million thoughts racing through my mind interrupted the flow of words that was struggling to reach my ears; all I could understand was something about water and pipes. «Yeah, I understand…»
Thankfully this wasn’t a case of dontcallmeillcallyou. We rescheduled right there and then: March 7.
I’m sure you’ll understand that I was a bit nervous on my way there. I wondered if her door was going to be chained and locked, too. Half of me would have been devastated; the other half would have been so angry that I would have probably tried to break in. I so desperately wanted — nay, NEEDED — to get cleaned.
But the door was wide open. Someone told me that she’d be out in a second, so I took a seat. And I waited. When she came out, my heart skipped a beat; there she was, a living, breathing individual.
She said she was surprised at how deep my voice was.
She said she’d put me in the chair in just a moment.
And she smiled.
«But while you wait,» she said, «ah…where is it? People just read things and they — Aha! Here you go.»
She put in my hands the latest issue of Cosmopolitan. «You can read this and get some tips,» she said with a sparkle in her eyes. As she walked away, I looked down at the magazine. The cover read, «His biggest sex secrets»; «The bitchy little move men love»; «Flatten your belly!»; and the age-​old question, «Is he normal down there?»
Confused but happy, I started reading away. In case she would later quiz me on the content. I’ll spare you the details of a short conversation I had with a young man who was happily shaking his butt to the rhythm of the music while trying to stop the bleeding in his mouth.
Dr. Cox came out, scolded the young man for touching his teeth («What are you doing?! Don’t touch it! You sit down in that chair and don’t touch anything!»), and escorted me into the room — OUR room. As I made myself comfortable, she started talking: «Okay, so we’re doing a [unintelligible] and a filling?» I jolted right up. «I’m a new patient!» (Except it was more like, «Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot! I don’t have a weapon but I wish I did!»)
As per usual, Paperwork got involved and delayed everything. Numerous questions and signatures later, we were ready. I hadn’t gotten cleaned in a long time, was it going to hurt? To my surprise, another doctor (Dr. Sssssss… omething, forgive me, I forgot her name) stepped in and said she wanted to spend time with me. After a short discussion, we reached an agreement and I was now in the hands of Dr. S.
And Dr. S. went to town on my grill. And I mean WENT. TO. TOWN. She cleaned, she sanded (at least that’s what it seemed like — very soothing, almost like a massage), and she even flossed me! *blushes*
«I just want to be very thorough so that you get your money’s worth.» Words that I had never before heard from anyone in the medical field. Words that still echo in my head as I type this review.
Just like you don’t — or at least shouldn’t — judge a book by its cover, you don’t judge a doctor by how technologically advanced or ultramodern or geeked out the office is. As previously mentioned by another Unilocaler, this is a small office located in suite on the first floor of an apartment building. There’s the motherly Dr. Cox, Dr. S., and an absent receptionist — at least on Saturdays, it seems. This is no get-​in-​and-​get-​out business, in the sense that they don’t treat you like just a tiny fraction of their income; they genuinely care for their patients and it shows. Go, go see Dr. Cox and Dr. S. and you’ll know what I’m talking about — it’ll be as if your mother went to dental school and decided to give that tartar build-​up a spanking.
5000-​character limit; who knew?

After having initially given Dr. Manning Cox a good review, I’m going to have to rescind that. I called twice to try to schedule an appointment. Once, I left a message which NO ONE returned, and the second time, I called and got Doc Cox on the line. Apparently her scheduling line is her CELL PHONE. She picked up the phone while she was driving (And she’s a doctor? Isn’t this a little unsafe?), and then said, Ok, I’ll email you back to schedule. Guess what? No email.
Why choose a doctor if they won’t even try to schedule you? Boo.