ShalomNewYork.com

Kosher king Aaron Rubashkin, a man of biblical mien, almost never grants interviews. To find him, you must journey deep into the heart of Brooklyn to 14th Avenue, in a neighborhood called Borough Park. There, amid a sea of bearded men in dark hats and yarmulkes sauntering past synagogues, kosher restaurants, and storefronts lettered in Hebrew, you’ll come to a three-story beige-brick building. The bottom floor, marked by a low, worn awning, houses a compact butcher shop that at the moment is in the midst of an afternoon lull. Two butchers rattle around in the back; a cold case before me, bathed in fluorescent lights, is stuffed with shrink-wrapped kosher steaks, pastrami, and chicken.  more@Portfolio.com