Artico Dental

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while driving past Artico Dental, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar: every time he approached the building, he could smell freshly baked cookies wafting from inside. Curious but skeptical, he continued on his route. Yet, no matter how many times he drove by later that day or in subsequent days, the scent of warm cookies remained consistent and irresistible. Finally curious enough to investigate, he parked outside one evening after dark. To his surprise, there was nothing unusual—just an ordinary dental clinic. But then, as he walked away, he heard soft laughter coming from within. Turned out, it was just a neighbor playing practical jokes with an old radio tuned to a bakery commercial.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver approached Artico Dental and stopped abruptly. From inside came an eerie humming sound—like someone tuning a guitar but never quite finishing. Curious, the driver peered through the window. Inside, he saw only a dimly lit room with an old radio playing some strange tune. A regular, sitting in the chair, absently twanging his mustache like it was a guitar string. Startled, both parties burst out laughing, realizing they’d been keeping each other company for the last half-hour. The moral of the story? Sometimes, dentists make better musicians than drivers.

3. While walking home late one evening, a neighbor heard an unusual sound coming from Artico Dental. ‘Is that a drill?’ he wondered aloud. Curious, he peeked inside and saw only a dentist diligently working on a patient’s smile. Turns out, it was just another night at Artico Dental—where even drills sing lullabies for their patients.

4. On a foggy morning, as the first rays of sunrise struggled through Artico Dental's windows, a delivery driver pulled up with a puzzled expression on his face. He had just received a strange message: 'Your next appointment is with Dr. Time himself.' Opening the door, he found an old man in a white coat reading a clock instead of a book. ‘Dr. Time,’ he asked doubtfully. The man looked up and smiled, saying, “Just call me Mr. Clock, son. And don’t worry, I’m not late for my own appointments!”