Last week, lunch ranged from healthy fast food to wings, burgers and beer.

OK, maybe not beer. We saved that for after work.

On Wednesday, the lunch bunch decided to hit Evos for some nutritious burgers and air-baked Airfries.

Nancy was not convinced. “Where’s the ham?” she asked as she scanned the menu, confused.

She was so uncomfortable, I think I saw her sweating. She talked it out with the cashier, explaining her finicky palate and requesting some suggestions.

She ended up with the Spicy Chipotle Turkey Burger (100 percent white meat lean turkey breast patty, leaf lettuce, tomato, onion, reduced-fat smoked spicy chipotle mayo), Airfries and a soda.

Ferdie ended up with a salad, which is a whole other story (he would never be caught dead eating a salad—unless his wedding was two months away and his cholesterol was out of control).

After placing her order, Nancy went to get her soda. She grabbed some packets of mayo. “Of course,” she said.

They were reduced fat.

Nancy is not into reduced-fat, nonfat, sugar-free or low-calorie. In fact, if she could add fat to her meals, I think she would.

When she finally got her burger, she opened the bun skeptically. It was not to her liking.

She was expecting an actual turkey breast instead of a patty. Hey, how can you not dig a PATTY?

She lathered on the mayo missing fat and took a bite. She kept going. She said it was all right.

In the meantime, Josh and I felt right at home, enjoying our healthy fast food.

Fast forward to Thursday.

My department planned to take one of our co-workers to lunch for his birthday. Naturally we decided on his favorite eatery: Hooters.

Unfortunately, Nancy and I weren’t able to attend because we had a pressing media report to finish by 3 o’clock. It looked hopeless by lunchtime.

We skipped out, but we asked the gang to bring us lunch because we didn’t have time to run out.

I decided to jump online and check out the Hooters menu.

Nancy didn’t have to. She knew exactly what she was getting. Wings.

I was already stressed over finishing this report, and looking at the menu didn’t help.

Wings. Burgers. Chili. Nachos. Fried pickles. Onion rings. Chocolate Mousse Cake.

Was I ever going to find anything that sounded appetizing?

I ended up with a Grilled Chicken Salad. Boring. But it was the only thing that even remotely appealed to me.

Now that we’ve identified the two extremes when it comes to lunchtime options, I think Nancy and I are going to stick to some middle ground.

Jason’s Deli, anyone?