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5.0 out of 5.

Category: Restaurant

Best Cajun fish!!

Category: Restaurant

Best fish fry around.

Category: Restaurant

Food was warm not hot when received it

Category: Restaurant

prompt, friendly, courteous

Category: Restaurant

Recently went they on a Tuesday before 5. Waitress forgot our bread basket, the first thing she should have brought. Not busy and service was mediocre. Easter decorations overload, looking tacky ! Ask hostess on way out of we were suppose to get a bread basket. She said yes, do you want a roll to go?

Category: Restaurant

You can't order al a carte, and if you do she will charge you for the complimentary chips and salsa. She is a phony !

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.

Category: Doctor

I would not trust him to put a bandaid on my big toe, let alone with my cardiac care. Ladies, if you enjoy having your own body mansplained to you, being treated like dirt, having your fatal allergies disputed despite emergency room records, and having your medical records falsified to include diagnoses you've never had in a field of medicine in which he doesn't even practice, this is the cardiologist for you! Men, you'll probably be fine. I would have given him a zero if the system had let me.

Category: Doctor

I would not trust him to put a bandaid on my big toe, let alone with my cardiac care. Ladies, if you enjoy having things mansplained to you, being treated like dirt, having your fatal allergies disputed despite emergency room records, and having your medical records falsified to include diagnoses you've never had in a field of medicine in which he doesn't even practice, this is the cardiologist for you! Men, you'll probably be fine. I would have given him a zero if the system had let me.

Category: Restaurant

They have very fresh sandwhiches and savor the soups. Also their coffee is amazing!