Welcome to Donovan's, Where Irish and Central Illinois tradition meets the South.
Donovan's Irish Cobbler is a family owned business that includes "Pop"- Jim Donovan, daughter -Deanna LaRue, son- Jacob Donovan, son-in-law- Mike LaRue and a close family friend- Brandon Poteet. It has always been a dream of ours to open and work together in the restaurant business.
We each bring our own knowledge and experiences of the different aspects of business and running a restaurant. As we grew up in Illinois, we loved to eat a dish called the "Horseshoe", which originated in Springfield. We decided that it would be an excellent idea to bring the "Horseshoe" to Georgia and introduce it to you along with our Irish traditions. It is our hope that you will like the "Horseshoe" as much as we do!
How the name Donovan's Irish Cobbler came about:
After what seems like a nightmare dredging through a hundred options to name our restaurant, it came down to the basics. We are an Irish pub introducing a horseshoe sandwich to the South with a specialty dessert. So what would anyone do in this situation.
Just out of curiosity, we Googled "Irish Cobbler" and ended up striking gold. It seems an Irish Cobbler is a variety of Irish potato, and everyone knows about cobbler desserts. In addition, the ala mode to the story is that a Cobbler is also a shoe maker. Realizing the rough similarity between a horseshoe and a cobbler the catchy name just stuck. Thus, Donovan's Irish Cobbler was born.
May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.
May God be with you and bless you:
May you see your children's children.
May you be poor in misfortune,
Rich in blessings.
May you know nothing but happiness
From this day forward.
May the road rise up to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the warm rays of sun fall upon your home
And may the hand of a friend always be near.
May green be the grass you walk on,
May blue be the skies above you,
May pure be the joys that surround you,
May true be the hearts that love you.