text: So, there are certainly some things I do not like to eat and will not eat (poorly cooked okra, hachiya persimmons, raw oysters, and other assorted matter of objects which texture resembles mucus), but in no way do I consider myself to be a Picky Eater.  I don't think there is a strict definition of a Picky Eater, but as all of you know, you know it when you see it.  A Picky Eater is not the same as someone who is Gastronomically Educated and is therefore selective, I must make that quick distinction.  Anyway. \n\nI ended up at Postrio because I was traveling with some Picky Eaters, the kind who like hamburgers and fries, and eschew all manner of vegetal stuffs.  They wanted to go to Outback Steakhouse, which distressed me, but people like Whiny Food Snobs just about as much as they like Picky Eaters.  \n\nPostrio is affordable Las Vegas fare, the service is quick, and with the kind of menu they are sporting, it's fairly unlikely that you're going to get food poisoning.  I mean, they have PIZZA, and as a bailout meal, a margherita pizza is very very hard to wreck.  Also you can watch people look up at the painted sky ceiling in the Venetian and watch them stumble into each other, that is fun.