Did you know that the original Playboy mansion was in Chicago? I sure as hell didn’t, else I wouldn’t have left it till the penultimate day of my second trip here before checking it out. Turns out I’ve actually walked by it countless times, as it’s just around the corner from Dave’s apartment and on our way to the pub. Alas, the last of the bunnies left in the early 80’s when Hef moved full-time to LA. Ground zero of Chicago hedonism is now here (and here).
Apparently there used to be a brass plate on the door with the Latin inscription, Si Non Oscillas, Noli Tintinnare (“If you don’t swing, don’t ring”). I’m pretty sure they weren’t talking about golf.