J.A. McCown Oyster Shucking & Concierge Service, located in Kent County Maryland, provides the region’s oyster lovers with a private, comprehensive oyster experience: a selection of oysters, beautifully shucked, presented, and served. From oysters selected to suit your taste, to a traveling shucking stall and raw-bar service, we take care of all of the elements necessary for a stylish and delicious oyster experience perfect for any event or occasion.
About
The owner and operator of J.A. McCown Oyster Shucking & Concierge Services is John Andrew McCown II, a third-generation Eastern Shoreman. Born and raised in Kent County, Maryland by parents who teach environmental education, McCown spent some of his formative years on the skipjack Elsworth during the last few years of its oystering heyday. From his father, captain of the Elsworth, McCown learned to appreciate the beauty of the Chesapeake’s wild oysters and how to shuck with style and finesse.
J.A. McCown Oyster Shucking & Concierge Services represents McCown’s deep connection to Chesapeake’s oyster heritage with an eye towards contemporary oyster enjoyment. McCown’s trademark is a shuck on the “flat,” a classic Chesapeake regional technique, but he marries that old-school tradition with the impeccable presentation and flawless oyster service expected by today’s discerning oyster consumers.
Services & Packages
At J.A. McCown Oyster Shucking & Concierge Service, we can provide a customized experience that’s perfect for your event or occasion, regardless of the size or location. We take care of everything: sourcing oysters, providing an attractive shucking stall, setting up a full condiment bar, and taking away the spent shell and ensuring it is sustainably recycled.
December
There ain’t no cold like cold on the water.
When your knuckles wrench shut like rusted
hinges.
Always wet
the humid air burns your face.
Thirty degrees below at twenty above.
She heels hard
slicing
through the three and a half foot trough.
We are bundled though
core layer of cotton and wool
followed by sweaters, pullovers, and
flannel.
Overtop you have oil-skins
rubber and sealing
your warmth in
only allowing your innards to feel around
for the money in your pocket
that ain’t there.
By John Andrew McCown II
Winner, First Annual Pat Herold Nielsen Poetry Award
