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2.0 out of 5.

Category: Restaurant

Had the $6 2 for roast beef w/ Swiss They were pretty bad. The worst we’ve had and we used to eat here often. You need to find out how they ruined a good sandwich.

Category: Restaurant

I ordered the buttermilk chicken sandwich through the drive thru and when I got home and opened my sandwich I noticed the bun was so hard that I was unable to eat the sandwich.

Category: Doctor

Isn’t that rich!!! Yet he’s the one who can’t practice medicine now….

Dr. Hawks is well-liked among his patients--other than Sharon Seery, w...

Category: Doctor

Isn’t that rich!!! Yet he’s the one who can’t practice medicine now….

Dr. Hawks is well-liked among his patients--other than Sharon Seery, w...

Category: Doctor

Isn’t that rich!!! Yet he’s the one who can’t practice medicine now….

Dr. Hawks is well-liked among his patients--other than Sharon Seery, w...

Category: Restaurant

This is probably 1 of the lowest quality restaurants I have dined at n cares little for its reputation or customer satisfaction. We ordered pud Thai w extra extra vegetables, they said ok. I got tons of just white noodles for about $12. No extra vegetables, little pud Thai sauce, wow, bad meal. I contacted Noodles. The mgr called me, I was more than glad to discuss, she said she was sorry n promised a coupon for a free entree. After about a month, nothing. I contacted them again, addressed it directly aimed at Laura, again nothing. The tables are,always dirty When We have gone in there. Enuf, never going back. I see they r rated very low on some other sites, I can see why. Sad, this could be a good place.

Category: Doctor

The office visit was fine and Dr. Randhawa seemed to have a good bedside manner. But her office is worse than a Third World operation. Getting it to call in my mom's multiple drugs was a nightmarish experience not just once but twice. THe doctor had to find the American equivalent of the Indian drugs my mom was taking. THe first time around, they called in the drugs to the wrong pharmacy, on the wrong birth-date and got her BP medicine wrong (she ordered a medicine without the diuretic combo). It took an hour-long futile visit to her clinic, dozens of calls and countless hours to get everything straightened out. The second time, I called twice and texted twice before getting any response. Finally, when I did, I actually texted a written list of all the drugs my mom needed to avoid any confusion and then went over the list with her assistant, hoping to avoid a repeat of the first time. No such luck. They again did not call in the diuretic and the baby aspirin. (One other med that I thought that they had not called it turned out the pharmacy could not dispense for two weeks.) ANd getting them to rectify that mistake during the holiday week ended up being an exercise in abuse and humiliation. Folks, do yourself a favor and find another doctor. This one is not worth it. She takes no responsibility for her mistakes and knows only how to point fingers at everyone else.

Category: Doctor

Dr Wozniewicz is amazing. She stays on top of all medical problems and orders tests that she believes needing to be done. She recently ordered an ultrasound of my husbands stomach and they found an aneurysm that was roughly 6+ inches long. Thank goodness, he’s had surgery and is recovering nicely.

Category: Restaurant

They never get your order right the food is old.

Category: Doctor

Dr. Dib may very well be a good doctor. It’s hard to tell because he will only show you the “stage” version of his professional demeanor. From the minute he walks into a room, he’s in entertainment mode, and that is all you will ever see… unless you criticize him. Well, in a minute... My wife, Donna, developed an atrial fibrillation, which is what brought us to Dr. Dib. To be fair, he was very thorough in making sure that she had no parallel conditions that might lead to stroke during the electrical cardioconversion procedure he planned to perform. However, when I asked him (at least a couple of times) what happens if this procedure fails, all we ever got was, “You will be fine, we don’t need to worry about what comes next, we will fix your heart for you,” with a tone like a parent annoyed with a child asking too many questions. As a result of this “I will take care of you,” fog, we were taken completely by surprise when Donna had to be admitted to the hospital, after three attempts failed to shock her heart back into a proper rhythm. The next step, it now became known to us, was to administer a drug through IV for 24 hours, to accomplish what the shocking couldn’t. Had Dr. Dib answered our questions, we would have been ready for this. Instead, we were totally unprepared and I had to make an extra trip (100 miles, round-trip). Hospital admission after this procedure is not common, but not rare, either. Dr. Dib should have explained this possibility to us before the procedure. Dr. Dib likes to play practical jokes, at your expense, as part of his presentation. Some people like this, I hear. We didn’t. For example, at our first office visit, he spent a few minutes talking perfunctorily about the procedure, then grabbed a pair of rubber gloves and told Donna to get on the table for her “rectal exam.” Huh? After we fumbled a few confused words about this, he smiled and told us it was just a joke. We were trying to listen carefully to what he was saying, trying not to miss anything, when he tossed in this ridiculous “humor,” knocking us completely off-balance, just to satisfy his sense of showmanship. This left us squirming in our chairs, wondering how we should respond to anything he was saying. Joke? Medical information? Hard to tell. Clearly, though, the jokes were more important than offering substantial answers to serious questions, several of which were still hanging when he walked out of the room. Time, and time again, he would respond to technical questions with deflecting, condescending “reassurances,” failing to offer any information. The final insult came at discharge. The intravenous procedure ended at noon, the next day, and we were told that Dr. Dib would be in thereafter to finalize the discharge. Even though we were told, repeatedly, that he was “on the floor” and would be in to see us “shortly,” it was 3 ½ hours later that he finally walked in the room, said in the most off-hand way, “Oh, I see that you are fine; you can go,” and started walking out. At this point, I lost my temper, a bit, and asked him if there were some medical reason that required us to wait over three hours, at the end of a completely unexpected hospital stay, for this 5-second proclamation, and why weren’t we told about the possibility of hospitalization before hand? He did not take this criticism well. After a few more words, he told me that “You (meaning me) needed to find a new cardiologist,” and stormed out of the room. The problem with this is that I didn’t need a cardiologist, Donna did. She had nothing to do with the discussion that Dr. Dib and I had about his behavior. In fact, she did not approve of my interference (rightly so; it was her procedure). Yet Dr. Dib dismissed her without the slightest recognition that she was a different person, his patient, and had made no verbal quarrel with him. Subsequent attempts to bring this logical fallacy to his attention elicited no response. His sense of pride turned out to be much more important to him than fidelity to the Hippocratic Oath. In my opinion, Dr. Dib failed to provide good medical care for us. He repeatedly failed to answer technical questions, substituting his version of humor and condescending dismissal, all of which left us confused about what to expect, and unprepared for the hospital stay. When confronted with this inadequacy, he displayed childish arrogance, which is unacceptable anywhere, but much more so when it comes from someone you hope you can trust with you r life. He refused to follow through his obligation to provide medical care to his patient, all because he didn’t like the patient’s spouse. I recommend that prospective patients look elsewhere for a cardiologist, unless you enjoy being the butt of crude jokes, are ok with inadequate information about the treatment you seek, and don’t mind a capricious attitude toward your needs as a patient.