We got up very very early on Friday morning to go to the airport. So we arrived in Seattle at 7 am EST. This was grand because we had the entire day in Seattle. AND, our fabulous hotel, Inn at the Market, let us check in at a ridiculously early 800 am.
Our first stop was to grab sustenance at a generic diner at Pike Market. Those raisins and yogurt that Horizon Air gave us just didn’t cut it. Then we just HAD to go to the original Starbucks, where we stood in line sheepishly with the other tourists. This Starbucks is under renovations and has no sit-down seating. I grabbed my regular Americano Misto, and Ella got a hot chocolate, and we were off.
Here comes the good part. I had a tourist map clutched in my hand, and I figured we could navigate from downtown to Pioneer Square, where the streets get all crazy and diagonal until we found Salumi, the artisan meat market owned by Mario Batali’s dad. It was about a 20 minute hike away, and situated on a funny little side street. Ella kept asking me – when will we be there? And I said (a la Mr. Incredible): We will get there when we get there.
I sighted this copper sign first. There it is, I shouted. Finally! said Ella.
It was 2 pm, so there was a line up of only about 8 people out the door. We amused ourselves by taking photos. Note the hours of operation. Do not mess around with the Salumi – the storefront is barely open and you should be happy it is open at all.
Salumi reminded me of many places in Italy. You have to have balls to even be there. If you hesitate even for a moment, you will lose your place in line and it is OVER. I was helping Ella order, and being much too Canadian-polite, and missed my turn, and had to plead for a chance to place my sandwich order. If you don’t speak up in the exact right place in line, you might as well turn around and walk back out again. The staff alternates between jovial and cranky, and the place has a couple of large family-style tables crammed in the back if you are lucky enough to snag a chair.
Since Salumi is about the sandwiches, that’s what Ella and I ordered. She got the prosciutto and provolone and I got the Salumi salami and gorgonzola. Ella’s was all soft and buttery. Mine was fatty and spicy. These sandwiches did indeed compete with the ones I’ve had in Florence. Fresh, simple and damn good. The whole Salumi experience was a bit of a hoot. It is definitely worth the walk to the other side of downtown. On the way back, you can stop at Zeitgeist for a cappuccino (Salumi has canned drinks only) and Elliot Bay Books for hours of browsing.
Here I am eating my sandwich. It took about 5 hours to digest the thing.
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