Having grown up as a picky eater (which i now find out is an actual disorder) i can totally sympathise with the guy and i think your mean!
It isn't much fun from the other side either.
To be fair, if I had to cater for a fussy eater every so often, I wouldn't mind, but it was just that living with my big brother, it was a complete pain in the arse as it was every day, year in year out, and it was my Mum who cooked, not me, but we all felt the pain - all those years of my Mum having to cook separate meals and complaining about it, having to pick specific restaurants (which often did boring food), and then having to eat bland unadventurous food (usually plain<rubbery> chicken or mince*) for everyone at home if Mum only cooked the one thing, yay!
As you say, I doubt it must be much fun for the fussy eater either, but at least he always got to eat what he wanted!
I have learned over the years that some people just have more sensitive tastebuds, hence the fussy eating, and I'll just need to repeat that to myself over and over again if I ever come across anyone like my brother again.
These days, I am not too bothered about the subject as I don't have to cater for a fussy eater, and I rarely see my Brother now, so he can do whatever he damn well likes as far as I'm concerned
* - If I never eat mince again then it will be too soon, I am thoroughly sick of the stuff.
You know how we humans are meant to be 98% water? well, I think I'm 98% mince!
