Every workday except Monday, they line up like clockwork—waiting for cured-meat perfection. The line at Salumi never ceases to amaze; on a sunny day, when Seattle’s hipsters and cubicle-dwellers apparently have hour-plus lunch hours, it’s not uncommon for the line to stretch for a block. This captive environment—each person patiently waiting for a chance at one of the best sandwiches Seattle has to offer—presents a unique opportunity to view humanity at work. Sure, the coppa is to die for and the mole is divine, but the real treasure can be found in the people-watching. Ironic facial hair? Check. Flip-flops and cargo shorts in March? Check. Uptight office dudes? Check. Blue-collar salami freaks? Check. The line at Salumi has it all. And since these people aren’t going anywhere, the gawking is great.