In Hungary, it's ok to be mental about your dental

Joe, in chair, with Arnold and I being just a little to mental about our dental.

After Lake Balaton, the beauty of Budapest, the wine cellars of Villany, the affordable dental care available here has turned dentistry into a tourist attraction. In Sopron, a Hungarian city that sits on the border of Austria, the streets are lined with dental offices. This would look strange if it weren’t for all the Austrians driving into the city to have dental work done.

My impression of the inexpensive dental care was not a faltering one. When I heard all of this, my mind lept to that scene in Marathon Man: “Is it safe?”  That admittedly ignorant belief did not waver, even in the face of assurances from Hungarian friends that Hungarian dental care is modern, not medieval.

With a year passing since my last dental appointment, and despite my misplaced misgivings, I began considering a visit to one of Hungary’s dentists. A friend knew just the dentist, so we all went to the office of Dr. Ada. We brought along Joe, a man whose near mortal fear of dentists was being overcome by four cavities.

The dental office was no less advanced and sterile than our own in Canada (I apologize for constantly comparing things to Canada, but I have no other country to compare dentistry to). A visit to the dentist is cheap, and they were effective. I was complimented on my clean teeth, but I grind my teeth in my sleep. Their solution was a mouthguard, which would cost about $50 CAD, meanwhile a quote from a Canadian dentist over a year ago was $260.

More important than money and fancy chairs and what not, Dr. Ada had great chair-side manner. So much of us have strange, primal fears of dentists – Joe, far example, had a beer on the walk to the office to calm his nerves – and either way, it's nice that when a stranger pokes around in your mouth, it does not feel like a torture scene.

Photo by Arnold