Zacdawac
I might even give Dr. Freilich one and a half stars, if I had that option, because he was coherent, he seemed sober and no on his staff attempted to steal my wallet. However, after keeping me waiting two and a half hours for a five minute pseudo-examination, the good doctor and his exuberant hired help did try to sell me a twenty dollar bottle of miracle snake oil. If I hadn't insisted on taking my shirt off, this doctor wouldn't have examined any of my skin, at all. Instead, he took about six seconds to quickly glance up and down my body, as if he was checking out a man on the subway. Of course, if it had been the subway, he might have gotten into trouble if he actually touched the object of his observation. I guess he had that subway sensibility because he didn't touch any part of me, or examine me in any way. After I described my skin problem to this master of science, he strongly suggested that I take home a bottle of miracle lotion that he created himself. He didn't actually use the word miracle but I'm assuming the lotion could perform super natural feats. It seemed like he prescribed it to all of his patients, regardless of their ailments and regardless of whether or not he had actually examined them. His receptionist handed me the lotion, I assumed it was included with the services, but I was then ordered to pay twenty dollars cash for the "remedy." It was reminiscent of an experience I'd had almost three hours earlier, when I first entered the office and the same receptionist demanded my twenty dollar co-pay immediately, and again, accepted only cash. I guess she anticipated that a considerable amount of people might stop their checks or credit card payments after their visits, or they might get up and leave anytime during the two and a half hour wait. Of course, these cash demands, and my responses to them, were pretty much the only words I'd exchanged with the office staff, during my 157 minutes in their place of business (150 minutes for the wait, five minutes for the "examination" and two minutes for the snake oil pitch). In between, when I tried to ask a couple of questions, the staff glared at me as if I had just just lost my lunch in their laps. The entire time I was there, I was made to feel like they were doing me the greatest of services by allowing me to loiter in their waiting room. I half expected to be given a bill for renting their space, on my way out (payable only in cash, of course). If you had the time and patience to read this entire review, then you doubtlessly have a few more minutes to look for a different doctor (or a snake oil store that doesn't keep you waiting two and a half hours).