Now, Thursday.
For lunch, I followed people to a sandwich shop a couple blocks away from the language school. The sandwiches looked tiny though, and I was hungry, so I headed next door to a chicken shop instead. I got a chicken sandwich with some liver on it, accompanied by a pickled cabbage stuffed pickle. I'm having a lot of liver here because it's really common and delicious. The sandwich was also very tasty, and about what you'd expect from a lightly fried chicken sandwich. The pickle was interesting, but not exceptional. There's a lot of pickles here too, which is kind of strange.
After class I went on a tour of the Jewish district, which is the area right around the language school. It was traditionally the part of Budapest where most of the Jews lived, and it was also the Jewish ghetto during the Nazi occupation. There are three large synagogues in the area, all of which I saw, and several more small synagogues. It still houses most of the Orthodox Jewish population of the city, and so is home to several kosher butchers, restaurants, and bakeries. But it's all the location of many of the new ruin pubs in Budapest, which leads to a strange mix of people. For example, Szimpla, the oldest ruinpub in Budapest (opened in 2001), is located right next to a mikveh, a traditional bath used for purification. It is definitely a strange mix.

Above are the three largest synagogues of the city, located in various places around the district. They're all very cool buildings, all more reminiscent, to me at least, of Middle Eastern, rather than European, architecture.
After we walked around for a while, we went over to a ruin pub, Lokal for a glass of mulled wine and to relax.

Mulled wine is everywhere in this country. It's delicious and perfect for the winter, and it's slightly different everywhere you try it. It's normally a red wine, but not always, and a different combination of spices are used, depending on the bar. The mulled wine at Lokal was very good, with a good balance of everything.
I then went out to dinner with a group of people, to a place on Ráday utca. We headed down there because we knew there were a lot of restaurants in that area, but we didn't have anything specifically in mind. After walking around for a bit, we found what looked like a good (and not too expensive) place, where I had another glass of mulled wine (it was cold out!), mushroom soup (gombasleves), and fried ribs with honey and chili, which were short ribs (pork, I believe), not actually fried but roasted, served with a mild, sweet chili sauce. They was good, nice and messy, but I was hoping they would be spicier. That seems to be a theme here. Ah well.
Afterwards I went over to the apartment of some of the people in the program, who were hosting a party to try and get everyone together, since we've never all been in one place except for language school. I was dubious that many people could fit in one apartment, but their place was gigantic. It was easily two to three times as big as my apartment, for the same number of people. It was by the river, and so a little more difficult for me to get to, and the road I walked down to get to it seemed a little sketchy, similar to mine, but the apartment building itself was very nice. They had a courtyard. And, as I said, the apartment was gigantic. I think there around 20 or so people who showed up, and they all fit within one of the bedrooms. It was a good opportunity to talk to people, and I hope that similar parties are thrown in the future. I left a little early since I didn't want to miss the last metro back to my apartment and didn't want to be out too late on a Thursday. I ended up managing to catch the last metro, so my timing was perfect.
And that's all that happened on Thursday, more or less.