Perry's

I've went to this location a couple of times and have ordered from Uber eats as well. This place is very inexpensive and very welcoming! From what I know is that it's a family owned buisness so I love supporting them. The food that I always order is french toast with eggs, homefries and my coffee or orange juice! There is also accessible parking spots so it benefits you if you're in a rush because they'll do it quick!

I came for my birthday and Perrys did not disappoint. The waiter was nice and didn't rush us. The food was excellent. We ordered the fried calamari as appetizer, fried shrimps as entree and a side of onion rings. I had a glass of red wine that was delicious. The onion rings was the best I had. The fried shrimps were delicious and the broccoli was fresh. I also had a salad with it and it was so good. The owner or Manager Irene went around asking how everyone was doing. I mentioned it was my birthday and a bit later, she came over with a huge piece of cake, a candle in it and sang Happy Birthday. What a wonderful place. I will be returning and telling everyone I know to come here. I give 5/5 for food and service.

I had dinner on June 3, 2025, around 5 PM. The place has two sides: a dining area and booth seating in the other area. I was in the dining area alone. That area was empty. However towards dessert time, a couple came in as well as a group of 4. The menu was overwhelming with vast selections. I chose "Chicken Verdicchio". The portion was enough for 3 people! The dish made a very sloppy presentation, and looked more like "Chicken a la King", but tasty. A tossed salad came with the dish, and for dessert I had apple crumb pie, a la mode, which was delish! The service was good. The meal was over $40 bucks excluding the tip. The place on the outside is unimpressive, but the food is choices aren't.

The staff is kindest of all the diners in Brooklyn, & believe me ,I have eaten at all of them! Perry 's is still operating in Brooklyn because of good and hearty portions, with prices that cannot be beaten.

Perry’s Diner: A Mirage on Nostrand Avenue I was walking down Nostrand Avenue, chasing the ghosts of greasy spoons and late-night salvation, when I stumbled across Perry’s Diner. It had that classic New York mirage energy—the parking lot was packed like sardines in rush hour, and two women were arguing in soft tones over the ancient art of parallel parking like it was some lost Babylonian ritual. That alone gave me hope. The good kind. The kind that whispers maybe this place still knows how to fry an egg properly. Up a short flight of stairs—eight of them, if you’re counting—I entered a long, narrow foyer that definitely held a Space Invaders machine during the Carter years. You could still feel the quarters rattling in the pockets of kids hopped up on Tab and freedom. Inside, a short o