The End of Cheap Plonk
I remember a time, not so long ago, when walking into a pub offered all the choice of a Soviet-era grocery store. You could have lager, lager, or, if you were feeling particularly exotic, a different brand of lager. The spirits shelf was a dusty museum of the same old names. Choice was an illusion. Today, that world is dead. Walk into that same pub and you’re met with a bewildering, beautiful array of craft ales, small-batch gins, and wines with stories longer than your arm.
This isn’t just a fad for people with beards and rolled-up trousers. It’s a fundamental, and I think permanent, shift in what we value. People are choosing to drink less, but better. It’s a quiet revolution fought not on the streets, but at the bar. And for an investor, these kinds of deep cultural shifts are where things get interesting. When a consumer happily pays eight quid for a pint of hazy IPA instead of four for a generic fizzy lager, you don’t need a PhD in economics to understand the implications for profit margins. It’s the difference between selling a commodity and selling an experience.