Hidden in a West Village basement, 4 Charles Prime Rib seats fewer than fifty people in a dark, clubby room of leather and brass that feels smuggled in from 1940s Chicago. It has become one of the hardest reservations in New York, powered by prime rib and a burger with its own mythology.
The prime rib arrives in rosy slabs with horseradish cream and a proper Yorkshire-style popover; the Au Cheval-style burger — from the same restaurant family — is the other non-negotiable, ordered by nearly every table. Reservations open thirty days ahead and evaporate within minutes, so set an alarm and be ruthless.
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