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Long-standing joint dishing up diner standards & seafood specialties in humble surrounds.
Hours
| Sunday | 8 AM–9:30 PM |
| Monday | 8 AM–9:30 PM |
| Tuesday | 8 AM–9:30 PM |
| Wednesday | 8 AM–9:30 PM |
| Thursday | 8 AM–9:30 PM |
| Friday | 8 AM–9:30 PM |
| Saturday | 8 AM–9:30 PM |
Address and Contact Information
Address: 3482 Nostrand Ave, Brooklyn, NY 11229
Phone: (718) 934-9800
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Order and Reservations
Reservations: orderperrysseafoodrestaurant.com
Order: Order online
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Reviews
ayngelics
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!
… moreBeth Drummergrl
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.
… moreI 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.
jorobbie171
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.
… moreBrooklyn USA
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.
… moreDaniel Stepel (The last Baby Boomer)
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 older guy greeted me with a wave that said: This is your home now, kid. He didn’t care where I sat, and I liked that. I chose a booth with a window view streaked in rain and what I can only assume was a decade of road grime and old cigarette smoke. The booth had that worn-in, cracked vinyl you can’t fake—pure 1970s Americana. Grease-slicked menus leaned against the ketchup bottle like they were nursing a hangover. I half-expected a tabletop jukebox to crackle back to life and spit out some Elvis Costello.
I skipped the menu. I ordered a burger and fries, which at a real diner is the litmus test. Within minutes, the waiter brought over some complimentary odds and ends—coleslaw, pickles, chickpeas. Nice touch. The pickles had bite, the coleslaw had crunch, but the chickpeas? Funky, and not in a good way.
Then the burger came. And it all went to hell.
Two tomato slices sat there like crime scene evidence—pale, rubbery, and dead on arrival. The onions were fried to death and still somehow oily, like the ghost of a deep fryer was haunting my plate. The patty? It was a prefab hockey puck, perfectly round, utterly flavorless, probably shipped in on a Tuesday. You couldn’t taste the beef because it had already given up. I managed three bites before mercy kicked in.
The fries? They tried. But they stayed in the oil two minutes too long and came out limp, bitter, and broken—like dreams deferred.
Perry’s looks like the kind of place where miracles happen. But sometimes the neon lies. Sometimes, it’s just a museum of what used to be, serving food that reminds you why you left Jersey in the first place.
… moreI 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 older guy greeted me with a wave that said: This is your home now, kid. He didn’t care where I sat, and I liked that. I chose a booth with a window view streaked in rain and what I can only assume was a decade of road grime and old cigarette smoke. The booth had that worn-in, cracked vinyl you can’t fake—pure 1970s Americana. Grease-slicked menus leaned against the ketchup bottle like they were nursing a hangover. I half-expected a tabletop jukebox to crackle back to life and spit out some Elvis Costello.
I skipped the menu. I ordered a burger and fries, which at a real diner is the litmus test. Within minutes, the waiter brought over some complimentary odds and ends—coleslaw, pickles, chickpeas. Nice touch. The pickles had bite, the coleslaw had crunch, but the chickpeas? Funky, and not in a good way.
Then the burger came. And it all went to hell.
Two tomato slices sat there like crime scene evidence—pale, rubbery, and dead on arrival. The onions were fried to death and still somehow oily, like the ghost of a deep fryer was haunting my plate. The patty? It was a prefab hockey puck, perfectly round, utterly flavorless, probably shipped in on a Tuesday. You couldn’t taste the beef because it had already given up. I managed three bites before mercy kicked in.
The fries? They tried. But they stayed in the oil two minutes too long and came out limp, bitter, and broken—like dreams deferred.
Perry’s looks like the kind of place where miracles happen. But sometimes the neon lies. Sometimes, it’s just a museum of what used to be, serving food that reminds you why you left Jersey in the first place.
Wendy Espina
the food was real shitty and the Belgian waffles was a big proportion but felt like it was made from pancake mix and air fried. The spaghetti fettuccine primavera felt like they just boiled the spaghetti and threw some veggies with absolutely little to no tomato paste. The service was pretty ok but I wouldn’t recommend having a full meal here.
… moreCrystal A
The diner is dimly lit and dingy looking. Service was okay. I ordered banana nut pancakes, the chef did not use the overripe bananas and blended with the batter thus the pancakes were not flavorful.
… moreManny Sergentakis
Quality restaurant. I ordered the shrimp scampi, and it was delicious and full of flavor. Have to come back and try some of the other dishes they offer.
… moreSteven Nechamkin
The diner is located in the Sheepshead Bay section of Brooklyn. I have dined numerous times with family at the diner. The diner was recently renovated. Perry’s daughter currently owns and manages the restaurant. Nice variety of food. Staff is very friendly and professional.
… moreFurkie G
Food was great, our server was really nice and respectful. Got seated really quicking. Overall great afternoon experience. What sort of was an issue not to much tho was the man behind the counter when paying. Rude and pushy. Other than that the food was delicious.
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