Best Plastic Surgeons in North York

Everyone here is giving the courtesy of polite, proper reviews. I, for one, am sick of being the mature one in this back-and-forth hellish “relationship” with the big man in his Dr. pants. Let me begin by emphasizing how tragic the parking situation is there… I’m sure I don’t need to explain further. Then we have the building entrance, where some janitor is managing to work 24/7, yet nothing seems to be getting cleaned. Entering the building is like being invited to a candlelight dinner with Satan (seriously, it’s THAT depressing). Now proceed towards the floor… wait, which floor is it on again? There doesn’t seem to be a suite number on their Google address… ah yes, why don’t I click the top suspicious-looking link when I search a brown person’s name on the internet… excellent plan! (For reference, I am brown myself and think that’s one DUMB idea.) Now we go ahead towards his floor and—ah, a maze (essentially, anyways). We have now stumbled into a grotesquely crammed space with people waiting not only inside but outside of the office (put up some seats at this point, why don’t you). The interior design has several themes, yet as you begin to look around, you notice that not one matches with another… Before I get to the juice of it, let me make an honorable mentions section: -> 80% of calls will be missed! -> You can’t leave a voicemail after hours! -> God forbid you email (really, he will smite you)! Alas, the true crux of the matter! The diagnostics are somehow as lackluster as the parking, building exterior/interior, and functionality of the office… I suppose that would be what we call a “trend.” Food for thought. I’d love to go further, but frankly, now I’m in the mood to be depressed elsewhere (sorry, not sorry).