This weekend I had the pleasure of meeting up with one of my closest friends. A last minute reservation led us to the incredibly odd yet pleasant Italian eatery, Valbella. As dinners with those you love often go, we walked in at 6:30 and were finishing our dessert half past eleven. The peculiarity of Valbella stemmed from the fact that upon entering I completely forgot I was in Manhattan. A few tables, rather sparse yet not completely empty, housed a tame and older crowd. In our five hours at Valbella we not only caught up on an entire year apart, but befriended the entire waitstaff, split every intriguing dish on the menu, and rapped the entirety of sir-mix-a-lot’s Baby got Back (as we did…