I live about a hundred yards from Takiza. I didn’t plan to become a regular—but here we are. It started with one visit after moving in. Then a second. Then one of those weeks where three trips didn’t feel excessive.

The Space Speaks for Itself
Takiza doesn’t force atmosphere. The layout just works. Open-air when weather allows. Bar seating that actually feels like a good place to post up. Lighting that shifts just right from afternoon to late night.

It’s stylish, but relaxed. Thoughtfully put together without being overly designed. The kind of space where you can drop in solo, meet friends, or ease into a seat after a long day without needing a reason.

Knows His Shit, Shares It (Nestor Effect)
Most bars have someone behind them. Takiza has Nestor. He runs the place, but titles don’t really cover it. He’ll break down the difference between a highland blanco and an extra añejo without making it feel like a lesson. Not trying to sell you anything—he just knows his shit and doesn’t mind sharing if you’re into it.

One time, I’m walking by and Nestor calls me in from the sidewalk like I’m late for something. Other times I’m already in there mid-sip, and comes from the back and starts breaking down some obscure tequila—then vanishes to drop tacos at a table, comes back, picks up right where he left off. No script.

Just the usual chaos, held together by someone who has done this for years, the whole crew on-site works hard.

Fish Taco on Repeat
I’ve made it through most of the menu, but I always circle back to the fish taco. It’s crisp, light, and layered with this jalapeño jam that hits all the right notes—sweet, spicy, clean. It’s a standout.

Also worth ordering:

• The short rib taco—rich and slow-braised, with just enough structure to hold up

• The green chile potato—comfort food with an edge

• The quesabirria—every bit as indulgent as you’d hope, but dialed in
  
  

A Wall of Tequila, No Wasted Bottles
Takiza’s tequila selection isn’t lean—it’s extensive. But it’s curated in a way that cuts through the noise. You won’t get lost in a list of lookalikes. Nestor or someone from the bar will gladly point you toward something you’ve never tried but probably should.

There are big-name bottles and small-batch finds, and if you’re into learning the difference, you’ll walk out with more than a buzz. There’s real pleasure in how they share it—no ego, no hard sell, just people who know their stuff and are glad to talk about it.

On Any Given Night
I’ve stopped in before Nuggets games. After long days. On random Wednesdays. Sometimes solo, sometimes with friends.

Takiza works for all of it. It’s steady. Welcoming. Familiar without being boring. One of those rare spots that holds up whether you’re there for a casual drink or making a night of it.

Final Word
Takiza doesn’t need hype. It just needs time. And if you give it that—let yourself become a regular, or even just a repeat visitor—you’ll find a place that deepens with every visit.

Come for the fish taco (if you are like me). Stay for the blanco. Talk to Nestor.

You’ll leave full, maybe a little buzzed, and better for having been there.