Can a building hold on to memories? Can memories seep into the concrete, the bricks, the metal, or the steel, and live on for years, decades, or centuries?

But this time, instead of delivering myself to Rockstar Bakers, a wholesale producer, I had croissants, pain au chocolat...

Is there a word that describes that person? Can we call them Pad Thai-obsessed, a tofu devotee, an okra enthusiast, or simply a King Cookdaily disciple?