Pope Francis steps off an airplane as the wind blows his robes after arriving from Cuba. (Photo by Chip Somodevilla/Getty Images)

By DCist Contributor Jacob Dean

With the Pope winding his way through the District in his tiny bulletproof Popemobile, it’s not hard to find news about the visit, or the chaos it has inflicted upon our sleepy burg. For one thing, our famously terrible street grid is either snarled by people who steadfastly refuse to use public transportation (hard to blame them though), or is weirdly empty due to road blocks and the efforts of our more civic-minded walking/biking/Metro-ing citizens. It’s also a tough day for the many federal employees who work in the areas impacted by the Papal entourage, who are up for a long slog home no matter how you slice it.

Not all of the news is grim though. Thanks to the intrepid mudslingers at the gossip rag People Magazine, we know that the Pope once came face-to-face with a life-sized version of himself made of chocolate (maybe one of the greatest photos ever), had a pizza delivered to his moving Popemobile in Naples, and now what he had for dinner on his flight to the United States.

So upon what did his Holy Popeness diminish his appetite? Quite a few things, it turns out. The multi-course meal started with herbed shrimp and asparagus, followed by sliced meat and cheese, grilled vegetables, potato ravioli with béchamel, a cheese-stuffed pasta crepe with zucchini, a terribly sad-looking piece of Chinook salmon with carrots and what appears to be spinach, and a side salad. The Pope capped the meal with “a simple sweet fruit dessert”, a Ferrero Roche chocolate (good choice), a Sfizio cookie, and likely the thought “I’m the Pope, shouldn’t they have done a little bit better?”