Martin J Chambers, DDS

Simply put, Dr Chambers ‘gets it’. Very professional, detailed, etc. He has won my confidence completely.

can you possibly
look forward to a dentist?
well, yeah. this one rocks.
I find writing this review to be a tad uncomfortable. I don’t mind reviewing soulless corporations, hard working small businesses and such, but this takes it to a more personal level. Dr. Chambers has been my dentist for about 13 years. And frankly, he has been a friend for almost as long. Business is business, but we did in time develop a genuine friendship aside from our professional relationship. And Dr Chambers being one of the cooler people i know, and me being in the hospitality industry, our paths crossed on occasion. And lucky for me that they did, as being a bartender/​waiter for 18 years, dental care was not my biggest priority. Eating was. Paying rent was.
Dr Marty, as I now call him, was well aware of the plight I, and others in my industry suffer. All said and done, I owe the guy a lot. He really saved my mouth from a dismal fate. I used to smoke, flossing was not a daily thing…
Methodical, fastidious, and fast. Dr Marty don’t mess around. He gets the job done, tells you your options on your dental care and the ramifications of various levels of care. He is a straight shooter, has a great sense of humor, and is a helluva guy that also teaches, and works on the less fortunate in our fair city. Big props, bigger respect. A few of the old 70’s down on their luck Cavs dudes owe him their current smile.
Bottom line; great dental work, no unneeded bullshit, and he works fast and precisely. Last month, I had a tooth split and a filling pop 2 days before a trip to Chicago.
Called for an emergency appointment.
He’s off. It is a holiday weekend.
BUT —
He calls me back, then —
In. Out. Done.
Flawless.
Highly recommend.
First class dental hygienists and techs as well. State of the art equipment, as he teaches at Case and has to stay up on these things I would think. Fuckin A, my first dentist memory involves a drill that you had to pedal. With your feet. Like a freakin’ antique sewing machine. (My parents were immigrants.) I also remember the x-​rays being developed in a closet. Needless to say, I have emotional dental related scars. The drilling scene from the movie «Marathon Man» comes to mind.
Dr. Martin Chambers. A helluva Irish Dentist.
One last thing. He is also my 80 year old mothers new dentist since she moved to Lakewood. And she loves him.
Carry on.