Mr. Wallace himself is a nice enough fella. Wait. Whatttt? He’s a doctor!!! The place is a dump. The waiting room is playing a TV that is peddling some pyramid scheme drink concoction. But the inside is even worse. I should have turned around and left immediately. I didn’t. Instead I left with basically a mouth infection because of how dirty this place is. Hilariously, now I am writing checks to both Mr. Wallace and the new dentist who is going to have to fix all the not-so-great job Wally did.