Perkins American Food Co.

Grilled Salmon with Rice Pilaf and Broccoli was great! Loved it! However, my Grilled Fish and Shrimp wasn't to my liking. The asparagus was half overcooked half undercooked. The Rice Pilaf was amazing 👏. But the Grilled Fish was very lake like. The Shrimp was half good half bad once again. They grilled half of it in burnt juices, and the other half (2 small shrimps) was perfect. The Baked Potato Soup was delicious and a must try. The Tomato Basil Soup tasted like meatball sauce. Overall, I'd say 2/5 for my food. 5/5 for the Salmon

Grilled Salmon with Rice Pilaf and Broccoli was great! Loved it! However, my Grilled Fish and Shrimp wasn't to my liking. The asparagus was half overcooked half undercooked. The Rice Pilaf was amazing 👏. But the Grilled Fish was very lake like. The Shrimp was half good half bad once again. They grilled half of it in burnt juices, and the other half (2 small shrimps) was perfect. The Baked Potato Soup was delicious and a must try. The Tomato Basil Soup tasted like meatball sauce. Overall, I'd say 2/5 for my food. 5/5 for the Salmon

We’ve been coming to this Perkins on and off for over a decade, mostly because we keep hoping it’ll magically improve. Spoiler: it hasn’t. In fact, this visit might be the grand finale of our optimism. We placed two identical breakfast orders — truly identical, copy/paste, no room for confusion. Our waitress managed to ask how we wanted our eggs twice, which should’ve been my first red flag. Ten minutes later she came back to ask if we wanted the sausage version of the chicken biscuit platter we ordered. No. We wanted the chicken. You know, the thing we actually ordered. Then came the rotating excuses. First it was a “kitchen mix-up.” Then suddenly it was “her mistake” and she “entered it wrong.” Whichever version of the story we’re going with, the result was the same: we were served plates of just eggs and potatoes with no entrée. Nothing like a deconstructed breakfast you didn’t ask for. The entrees finally showed up 15 minutes later, hand-delivered by the manager because our waitress had apparently entered the Witness Protection Program. Zero check-ins, zero drink refills — just vibes. When the manager dropped off the food in halves (because nothing screams “restaurant” like courses you didn’t order), I pointed out that the meals should’ve been remade entirely. He apologized and then explained how long chicken takes to cook. Thanks, Gordon Ramsay — but that had nothing to do with why our meal came out like a two-part mini-series. Our waters sat empty the majority of the meal until the manager came back — long after the damage was done. And the grand finale? He handed us the bill and said, “I know how upset you were, so I took the entrees off. Just the coffee is on there.” So after a truly chaotic breakfast and zero accountability, we still paid $8.17 for two coffees. And yes, we left exact change. No tip for the magic disappearing act. After a decade of hoping this place will turn around, this might truly be our last Perkins breakfast. At least it’ll make a great story the next time someone asks why we stopped coming here.

We’ve been coming to this Perkins on and off for over a decade, mostly because we keep hoping it’ll magically improve. Spoiler: it hasn’t. In fact, this visit might be the grand finale of our optimism. We placed two identical breakfast orders — truly identical, copy/paste, no room for confusion. Our waitress managed to ask how we wanted our eggs twice, which should’ve been my first red flag. Ten minutes later she came back to ask if we wanted the sausage version of the chicken biscuit platter we ordered. No. We wanted the chicken. You know, the thing we actually ordered. Then came the rotating excuses. First it was a “kitchen mix-up.” Then suddenly it was “her mistake” and she “entered it wrong.” Whichever version of the story we’re going with, the result was the same: we were served plates of just eggs and potatoes with no entrée. Nothing like a deconstructed breakfast you didn’t ask for. The entrees finally showed up 15 minutes later, hand-delivered by the manager because our waitress had apparently entered the Witness Protection Program. Zero check-ins, zero drink refills — just vibes. When the manager dropped off the food in halves (because nothing screams “restaurant” like courses you didn’t order), I pointed out that the meals should’ve been remade entirely. He apologized and then explained how long chicken takes to cook. Thanks, Gordon Ramsay — but that had nothing to do with why our meal came out like a two-part mini-series. Our waters sat empty the majority of the meal until the manager came back — long after the damage was done. And the grand finale? He handed us the bill and said, “I know how upset you were, so I took the entrees off. Just the coffee is on there.” So after a truly chaotic breakfast and zero accountability, we still paid $8.17 for two coffees. And yes, we left exact change. No tip for the magic disappearing act. After a decade of hoping this place will turn around, this might truly be our last Perkins breakfast. At least it’ll make a great story the next time someone asks why we stopped coming here.

Restaurant was a little busy but..ordered B&G..had to ask for more gravy. It barely covered the top of the biscuit. Ordered waffle, big as the plate..one little butter packet..took 10 min to see server again..wasn't smooth