I never thought I would describe an Optometrist's office as "trendy" or "chic." But there are no other words for Dr. Kessler's office. It's like a chichi hair salon. The waiting room has techno music playing. The magazines are of the Elle and Elle Decor variety, instead of the usual Family Circles and US Weeklies littering the waiting area. There is a long bar where the glassitas (that's my new word amalgamating 'baristas' and 'chicks who help you pick out glasses') help you try on new glasses from an extensive selection. It was odd, but admittedly, very cool.
BUT, none of that compares to the fact that Dr. Kessler is fairly frickin' awesome. He was obviously intelligent (he likes Madison, WI, so, there's apparently a light on upstairs...ha ha, I'm hilarious...but kidding. Really, he's smart). He was very concerned about getting just the right fit for contact lenses and did a bit of trial and error there instead of just handing me a pair and rushing me out the door. More than anything, though, he did not give me the usual patronizing explanations of where to look while shining a light in my eye--I've been doing that since I can remember, and I appreciated being treated as such. He also didn't push for me to have my eyes dilated that day. All hail Kessler!