Or at least not mine.
Ritual on visiting Seattle - stop at Trader Joe's on the way from the airport.
Probable new ritual - at some point in visit go to Whole Foods and be fantisted by the contents of that veritable Temple of Foodery. I sometimes stop in the middle of our middling supermarket and wonder what people of a few generations would think of such places. But Whole Foods takes it to another level.
Alll I bought at WF was some boring guacamole and corn chips. And rhubarb yogurt. Oh, and a bottle of kumbaya. Kombucha. To see if I still hated it. Got some with citrus, which rendered it almost palatable.
But my son-in-law introduced me to a whole new grocery experience.