Over the years I've lived on some rather innocuously named streets: Washington Avenue, Randolph Avenue, Ashland Avenue, Elm Drive. Sometimes they have made me yawn (although I did have the delight of growing up on Kashmir Street, a place name that always filled me with pride, redolent as it was of spices and silk).
Here in Britain, my current home follows in the tradition of Elm Drive, being also on a road named after a tree. Ho hum, I've always thought. But after reading this New York Times article --which has the slightly unbelievable dateline of "Crapstone, England" and features a photo with a sign reading "Butt Hole Lane"--I realize that sometimes boring is good.
Of course, the real clincher is Gropec**t Lane, which until recently was a street in London. The name probably gives an indication of what sort of trade was carried out there.