Sundance Dental Care of Bloomfield

"They made it such an AMAZING experience for my child. I won't go anywhere else for me & my childrens teeth. 20/10 stars recommended ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️"

"I had to go in for an emergency root canal. The staff did everything they could to get me in as fast as they could. They were all super friendly even for how busy they were. They stayed past closing time to finish up the work and did an amazing job with the repairs. The dentist is VERY funny, friendly, and knowledgeable. Everyone made the experience a very positive one and I am extremely thankful for the Sundance team in Bloomfield."

"Sundace in Bloomfield is absolutely awesome! It's very rare that you find any kind of medical office now days that treat their patients like people and not money in their pocket. These guys TRUELY CARE about their patients!!! I still can't thank them enough!!"

"*edit* one extra star because of how good the supporting staff really was. The assistant was compassionate and kind and the receptionist went above and beyond her duties by finding me a surgeon that was in network and available the following day, which she didn't have to do and certainly wasnt rewarded for by her bosses. Well if you read this, I am better now, thanks, in part, to your efforts, and am eternally grateful. Thank you. Original review: First of all, the assistant women were very kind and attentive and good at their jobs. That is where the praise ends for this thinly-veiled torture chamber. I bought a motorcycle helmet at a yard sale this summer. It was a good deal for a sweet helmet. I had yet to use it until today, with both of my trucks on the mend, I had a dental emergency. Kind enough to squeeze me into their "tight schedule", Sundance presented the best opportunity around that accepted my insurance. And so I rode my faithful Arctic cat dvx400 all the way to the next town over, proudly sporting my sweet.new helmet for the first time. At the office, I stood in pain for about fifteen minutes, listening to the staff tell jokes and snack somewhere just out of sight. They must be on lunch. Maybe get a sign saying "out to lunch" or "closed for lunch" or anything really, besides what you did have up, which was nothing, and it clearly said "no mames, puto.". La tu ya, Sundance. La tu ya. Well eventually a very nice girl materialized, and began socializing with the handful of customers and, I presume, doing her job. I wanted to faint from the pain of multiple abscesses raging in size from a BB to a fifty cent piece and having sprung up literally overnight, after a failed hospital attempt to treat a freak bout of facial cellulitis that nearly killed me a week before. It had...has been a very, very long, painful and difficult week. The worst one of my life, by a landslide. Well an hour or so after arriving, I was finally taken to the back. Thank God it will be over soon, I foolishly thought. So, you a united states' marine? The doctor boomed over my shoulder. Nope, I told him. Oh, that helmet has a marine sticker on it. Hahahaha nonono, I haven't earned that, I bought it at a yard sale for ten bucks, and this is the first I have worn it or looked at it from behind. I was never a marine. The doctor laughed and as loud as is legal indoors in some places, said "I didn't steal my valor, I purchased it for ten dollars!" I should have taken my helmet and ran for my life. What followed was about 9 numbing injections into my gums. After each of them, he would say caio and just leave for anywhere from fifteen minutes to an hour, calling his assistants together across the small divider from me and telling them harrowing tales of manliness medical school, when he had to receive one of those shots, one time, from a sane person, and how brave he had been, unlike you-know-who. After roughly four or five hours of this, he finally comes over, fully an hour since his last round of three or four painful, horrible injections to my deep gum tissue, and asks me if I am numb yet. "Not anymore" Perhaps my English is faltering, because right then, he proceeded to eviscerate my mouth, without anesthetics, rushed and indifferent to my pleas for him to stop. Please. For the love of God. Please. Please stop. It has been two hours. My mouth still bleeds like a sieve. The abscesses remain. The pain, excruciating. Luckily, be really hooked me up on that front...with a hot tip..."take Motrin and Tylenol". Here's a tip from me- you didn't have to do that. You didn't have to be such a cruel bully to impress your aids. You didn't have to hurt me so badly, but you did. You could have helped me to heal, but just had to get one lat slap in. It was just a sticker...on a used helmet...because I am poor and it was cold. First, do no harm, remember? Yeah, no mames, puto."

"The worst experience I've ever had felt everything that was done the dentist was getting frustrated that he couldn't get my tooth out and that he was going to be late for a convention I ended up with an infection he didn't prescribe any antibiotics I will never go there again"