Along the eastern shore of Maryland and Chesapeake area the water men call them “arse-ters”. I remember growing up as a kid in northern Va that my Dad and I would go down the oyster boat docks and walk from boat to boat on weekend mornings. Each captain would offer us samples….we’d usually end up eating a couple of dozen before we landed on our choice. Most often a bushel of Chincoteague’s for about $2! We’d take them home and do a roast and invite some neighbors. We were popular folks on Sunday afternoons. Kind of a perfect Father’s Day memory for me….I really miss the old man.