We met our pediatrician tonight. We LOVE her. She was really informative, just conservative enough, had a great sense of humor, was serious yet not stuffy, and she likes to have her nurses play "bad cop"(by having them administer the shots) while she plays "good cop."
The office is great. The walls had murals painted on them with puppies, grass, bunnies, and a kid pulling a wagon. They toys were educational and well-kept. It's way different from what I was exposed to as a kid. There is a sick entrance and a well entrance to help keep the kids who are there for wellness check-ups from getting sick. The office is divided into two wings (separated by the doctors' offices in the middle) with all of the wellness exam rooms on one side and the exam rooms for sick kids on the other side.
My pediatrician's office when I was younger had broken chairs, screaming parents, bleeding kids finger-painting murals with their bloody hands, used Highlights magazines and an Etch-a-sketch that didn't work. There was only one entrance, and it was crowded with smoking parents. For some odd reason I liked going to that hell hole. Strange.
On a doctor-related side note, B said that my reaction to my oral surgery was similar to this.