Many may disagree. All French will protest. Go ahead, the argument still stands.
The very definition of happy hour means the shortest route to pleasure.
After a hard day’s work, one shouldn’t have to work some more for a glass of wine. The stress involved negates all anti-inflammatory benefits from the drink.
Would this ever happen with a bottle of Australian wine? NO. The geniuses Down Under realised quickly that there is no sweeter sound than the craaaack of a stelvin screwcap.
Ergo: Aussie wines win.