Batavia Overseas Post 1197

So, I don’t know about VFW halls, I mean, I don’t really have a lot of exposure to them generally. Basically this means I have no idea where the Batavia VFW falls in terms of comparing it to others in size, style and appearance. But Batavia now has the honor of being the very first VFW I have ever been to thanks to a wedding I attended there last weekend.
When you drive up the building is set back from the road and is very nondescript. The interior has a nice exposed beam ceiling, two walls of floor-​to-​ceiling windows and a dark wood bar in one corner. But it also has ancient linoleum tile on the floor, fake plants hanging from the walls and cheap looking curtains on the windows. The sound system is of poor quality and ranged from either hard to hear and fuzzy, or booming and loud enough to split an eardrum. There is a backyard which is huge and nicely maintained. A deck runs the entire length of the building and there is a path down to the river. Except the minute the sun goes down you are attacked by every single insect within a 50 mile radius.
Oh but the worst thing by far is located in the women’s bathroom. Forget the cracked and yellowing tile, the chipped stall doors, the vanity sink straight out of 1968 — no the thing that has cemented all of my worst fears is that the damn thing is decorated with dolls. Dolls on the counter, dolls lined up on a shelf. Dear god there is even a doll WITHOUT A HEAD sitting in there. I felt for sure any minute a tiny plastic hand was going to come under the stall door and grab my foot. Horrible. Thank god for the open bar that night, I needed it after that.