Chicago Center For Restorative Dentistry

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver arrived early with a box of rare dental supplies. As he unlocked the door, an old man in a trench coat walked out, muttering something about ‘restoring smiles’ and leaving behind a faint scent of mint. As the delivery driver opened the box, he found only one tiny tube labeled ‘Ultimate Whitening Gel.’ He looked around nervously, then popped it into his pocket. Later that day, while fixing someone’s smile, he accidentally squeezed too hard—and ended up whitening everyone’s teeth in the waiting room. A regular commented, ‘Finally, Chicago has its own version of the Great Whiteness Experiment!’

2. Late one night, a delivery driver approached the center's loading dock, puzzled by an eerie humming sound. As he opened the crate, a faint scent of freshly baked cookies wafted through the air—an aroma completely out of place for a dental office. Curious, the delivery driver peeked inside and found nothing but neatly arranged toothbrushes and floss. Just as he was about to leave, a voice from behind said, ‘Thanks for your patience, that’ll be twenty bucks.’ Turning around, he saw only a smiling receptionist. The next morning, everyone in Chicago knew not to order cookies for the dentists.’

3. In the waiting room one afternoon, a little girl pointed excitedly at the ceiling and whispered, ‘Mommy, look! There’s a tiny man dancing!’ Her mother glanced up but saw nothing unusual—until she noticed other patients also staring skyward. Finally, an older gentleman cleared his throat and said, ‘Honestly, I thought it was just the light reflecting off my new crown.’ Everyone burst out laughing, realizing they’d all been fooled by the dentist’s clever decorations. The little girl giggled and nodded wisely, knowing exactly what her dad meant when he said dentists were magicians.

4. In the middle of the night, a delivery driver pulled up to the loading dock, confused by the faint sound of laughter coming from inside. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw an old dentist chair, but no one was in sight. Suddenly, a tiny voice whispered, ‘Would you like a cavity-free night?’ Startled, the driver jumped back, only to realize it was just the neighborhood owl, who seemed to be guarding the place. The next morning, everyone in Chicago knew that the center had its very own night watchman—an owl with excellent dental hygiene habits.’