We took him to a Sushi restaurant last night -- the kind where the little dishes rotate through the store on a moving belt, and you pay at the end for the empty dishes you have stacked up. He complained right away that the place smelled like fish (duh!) and wouldn't eat anything. (He hates fish unless it's fillet of sole drowned in catsup or deep fried shellfish.) I finally ordered him some tempura shrimp and he ate that with a glass of beer. But the fun kinda went out of the evening. His whole family is like that..."What's this? What's in this? I don't eat that...I don't like those. The consistency's wrong...etc., etc." Is there any way to cure this? After 35 years, we're starting to travel now and then, but it's no fun with a picky eater. Takes the adventure out of the trip.