Texas Beef

Jesse Roach was an Austin lawyer with a vehicle insurance business when he first traveled to the Ft. Worth stockyards. Seeing there were any number of cattle trucks bringing bovines to the stockyards, he opted to buy a vacant lot on which to build an insurance office. Jesse eventually utilized a portion of the land to build the Cattleman's Steak House.

The rest is history as the business has survived for likely a gozillion pounds of marbled goodness as a thriving business.

Today is Father's Day in America, USA.

The humble ranch hand and his child bride journeyed to the cattle drive terminal city yesterday to celebrate with her Dad. On a lark, the bride suggested lunch at the Cattleman's Steak House. All agreed and we sojourned at length for iced tea, hot rolls, and Texas beef.

Bout half way through the repast, the Dad-law mentioned that he and his betrothed had last had a meal at the Cattleman's some 40 years past. Upon inquiring as to the occasion, he allowed that it was the day of their marriage following the wedding ceremony at the local church (and they had not dined at this eatery since).

The ranch hand reckons it would be fortuitous to mention at this point a long felt conviction that some things are preordained to occur long before we have knowledge of their occurrence.

We had no clue of the relevant family history of this beef emporium. We had no agenda in returning the septuagenarian couple to their threshold of four decades of faithful marital devotion.

We were simply hungry and looking for a unique experience.

Now try to tell me "fate" doesn't have a sense of romance and that there are no predestined future events?