Funny story about this McDonalds.... Excuse me for oversharing. Many years ago I was politely asked to leave a local Reggae Bar (no longer there) following a Cubs game. My friends were unaware of my escort out of the bar. I stumbled my way down Clark in the direction of the McDonalds. Somehow, I mistook the front door of this fine establishment as a urinal and relieved myself accordingly. Well, the traffic officer working the intersection of Clark and Addison took notice of my actions and promptly ran over to encourage me to stop my activity (it was a 1:20 game). He also found it necessary to bind my wrists together with handcuffs connected to one of the fine picnic tables located at the periphery of this building. Together we waited for some friends of his to arrive and speak to me further. Anyhow, by this time my friends had noticed and left said bar in search of me. Hearing me yelling from the picnic table, they kindly strolled over and convinced the police officer of my idiocy (and lack of intention to operate a motor vehicle). Finally, convinced of my innocent stupidity, the fact I was not to be operating a vehicle, and the notion that I didn't get out much, the officer agreed to release me. Alas, I will miss this McDonald's, though the memories I should have of it that are too fuzzy to recall first hand.