4 Charles Prime Rib, NYC

What to expect

A tiny West Village supper club cosplaying as a robber-baron man cave: dark wood, crystal, bow ties, and about ten tables that vanish the second reservations drop. Getting in feels like joining a cult that only serves cholesterol.

Prime rib is the headline act. The double Wagyu cheeseburger is the reason burger people fight for a seat. Staff may offer to “whack” your burger into shareable pieces tableside. Accept the theater. Order the burger anyway.

Burger

Thin Snake River Farms Wagyu patties, griddled and pressed, stacked with American cheese, pickles, onion, and a dijonnaise / Marie Rose situation depending on the night. Rich enough to make a cardiologist blush. Skip the bacon-and-egg pile-on unless you want maximum decadence — the base burger already arrived fully dressed for the ball.

Burger Review team recommendation: double Wagyu cheeseburger, no heroics, maybe split it if you also came for the salt-crusted prime rib. Reservations are a blood sport; walk-in lines start early.

Bun

Soft, classic, built for smash-style patties rather than brioche peacocking. It disappears into the cheese in the best possible way.

Cheese

American cheese enrobing thin Wagyu like a warm yellow raincoat. This is not the place for artisanal cheddar monologues.

Pickles

Pickles and onion for acid and crunch — essential counterweights to all that marbled wealth.

Sauces

Dijonnaise / Marie Rose keeps things sharp and slightly fancy without turning the sandwich into a sauce delivery system. No ketchup sermon required. The kitchen already made the call.