History
The Bob Evans Restaurant chain started from a single truck stop diner near the Bob Evans Farm in Rio Grande, Ohio in 1953. The chain has grown to nearly 570 locations in 23 states, primarily in the Mid-Atlantic, Midwestern, and upper Southern states. All locations are corporately owned, not franchised.
The restaurant chain started after Bob Evans kept hearing patrons comment that his sausage was superior. Bob slaughtered and packaged his pork sausage using a unique recipe, but did not have the capacity to fill large orders. He contracted with his cousin Tim Evans of Evans Packing Co. to package Bob Evans Sausage products. In the early years of The Bob Evans History, Bob was know to have made his way across the Southern Ohio Hills seeking some of the best cuts of meat. He was very well known in a little town along the Ohio River by the name of Coal Grove, Ohio, where at the local Meat Market & Grocery Store he and Earl Nance created sausage recipes.
Another relative, Dan Evans, served as CEO until his retirement in 2000.
The company also offers pork products to the retail grocery market, as well as other prepared food products to the grocery and food service segments. The restaurant chain was started because local restaurants would not purchase the high-quality pork sausage the company produced, saying that customers would not pay extra for quality.
The primary theme is one of country living: "Breakfast is served all day."
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