Get To That Emergency Dentist - Imagine yourself at a fancy restaurant and you have just chipped your tooth on some of their fine silverware, much to the chagrin of the maître d'.

The staff of the restaurant is likely to be more concerned with the silverware and the chip you put in their elephant tusk plate as a result of your upset, but they certainly aren’t going to offer any sort of recompense for your trouble. Ushered into the streets, bleeding from the mouth and alone because your date left you, you now need to seek out the services of one of London’s finest: an emergency dentist.

Finding a weekend dentist is generally hard enough in the UK because dentists seem to keep hours that make them among the least convenient services available in all of London. The fact of the matter is that nobody wants to work late nights or work weekends and, as hard as it may be to believe, dentists are people too. Armed with a set of directions offered by a homeless man with a nice smile, you head off to find your knight in shining armour; your weekend, late-night, well-equipped, emergency dentist.

You arrive at the door of his office with your tooth firmly wrapped in a piece of Kleenex because the restaurant couldn’t be bothered to even provide you with a napkin with which to protect your precious tooth. The dentist greets you eagerly as though he hasn’t seen a person in years and ushers you in, tooth in Kleenex, to his office and invites you to take a seat in the chair voted most likely to replace torture chairs in 2007.

You climb in, without much of a choice at this point, and the emergency dentist gets to work on repairing the damage done by the villain silverware and plate combination. Within minutes, you are filled to the brim with novocaine and ready to embark on a wonderful world of dream-like visions.

Back in reality, the weekend dentist is hard at work in his London office and quickly replaces the tooth with a composite tooth created from plaster and other materials that will substitute your original tooth quickly and harmlessly. You likely won’t even notice the difference and you barely notice where you are when the novocaine wears off, smiling like a fool who’s just found out he’s won the UK Award for Excellence in Song and Dance. You’re off, back into the fray, with your new tooth and ready to tackle the dating scene thanks to the emergency dentist.