It’s a Friday morning two weeks before Pesach and I’m standing on Kingston Avenue in the heart of Crown Heights. The sign above me reads “Raskin’s Fish Market ” and through the large plate glass window I catch glimpses of bright-orange flesh pearly white slices and glints of silvery scales. Inside the Crown Heights icon there’s no sleek packaging shrink wrap or neatly printed labels. The black and white tile floor may seem very retro — but in fact it’s the real thing. This is the same floorBerelRaskin originally rented back in 1961 when the newly arrived Russian immigrant took the risk of opening his own fish business. The aisle is narrow; back in the 1960’s no one could have predicted just how many customers would try to cram their way inside. At the counter — really a wide metal shelf — huge slabs of fresh fish rest on wide beds of ice. To the left is a freezer with rolls of frozen fish loaves and small packages of “sushi ready” varieties of fish for home consumption. Next to the narrow staircase leading to the upper floor metal shelves are stacked with varieties of canned tuna. All bear the name Raskin’s along with a photo of a smiling bearded gentleman. It’s the same face I spy behind the counter.BerelRaskin the face and name behind this famous family business is patiently discussing the advantages of a particular slice of salmon fillet with a customer.