I spend lots of time on Chicago Avenue going back and forth from West Town to River North to the Gold Coast for various things.
Chicago Ave. is ripe with things to see no matter whether I'm walking (I call my walking commutes Mornings With Ira because I listen to This American Life) or relying on the good ol' #66. For non-locals or you L-taking fancy-types, the #66 is a bus. It is frequented by commuting hipsters, lots of hospital workers, numerous people in school for—or working in—the food business and more crazies than your average route: looking at you guy who throws newspaper and puts on his pants at the end of his ride.
As my particular stretch of Chicago Ave. gentrifies, I am really hoping not to lose this sign in the name of progress. It makes me giggle every time I see it.