Tango y Vinos

Going one block off Nyhavn gets you away from the crowds of tourists and into this cozy wine bar on a quiet street. Food is also available. If you don’t read Danish, the waiter will translate for you.

Absolutely amazing kitchen, nice wine and brilliant music. I love this place. Highly recommended :-)!

This place is great! Close to Nyhaven, so it is easy to get to. The atmosphere is cozy and fun. They have a large selection of wines that they are glad to guide you through. We had dinner here as well, which was excellent (I highly recommend the steak). The staff paired our meals with wine and we were very pleased with the pairings. It was alittle on the pricey side, but the quality was great. Overall, a fantastic experience.

My favorite wine bar in Copenhagen. The Tapas are nice and light, but the reason to come here is the true Latin feeling which the owner and wine lover extraordinaire provides. Book a table, and let the professionals in the bar guide you in which direction you should take in terms of wine. You will not regret it!

I’ve been here a couple of times. The first time was for our work Christmas party so a sort of non-​Danish Julefrokost. The place is in a funny location, just a couple of blocks from Nyhavn but on this quiet and dark little street that seems worlds away. We had the place to ourselves and intent was to let us socialize a bit with some wine, have a nice meal and then a tango lesson. The area behind the bar is stacked floor to ceiling with bottles of Argentinian wine. So this was my chance to really get to know Malbec. I was not disappointed. All the wine was fabulous. The food was also very good considering you don’t find real New World flavors much in Copenhagen. They had very good empanadas and many other tasty treats. I’m assuming most can be had during regular business hours too.
The dance lesson, well we stumbled our way through it and while we did not emerge ready to hit Beunos Aires, which we did last year, no one broke any bones.
I’d say the most distinctive thing about the place was the owner. At least he said he was the owner, or one of them. He was, to put it nicely, a man of passions and he certainly had a passion for wine, particularly Argentinean wines. He wore a fedora and his teeth flashed when he spoke. Perhaps because we were his only guests he spent a lot of time talking to us and telling us about wine. We apparently had a wide open bar tab because bottle after bottle came off the shelf. It was that night that I learned that for every glass of wine one drinks, one should follow it with a large glass of very cold water. Not only does it clean the palate and hydrate a drying mouth, it prevents an otherwise thick head the next morning. He was very good at pouring a small amount into the glass and rolling the glass on the table, raising it and getting us to peer at the small ripples of wine that drained back down the sides of the glass. He read those ripples for us, told us what it should and should not do. We believed him. We marveled at the way he described this wine as «Jammy» and that wine as «Punchy.» He brought down bottles and cradled them like newborns and then gently returned them. He explained the wizardry of sun and sugar and water and seasons and aging. He had books of photos that detail his annual pilgrimages back to Argentinian wine country, which apparently did not really exist a generation or so ago, but was forced into life by a supporting Argentinean goverment who wanted to be recognized as a wine leader. He showed pictures of barren and rocky slopes where the sun apparently shines for 365 days a year and the water is derived from glacier melt higher up. It makes for a good wine and an even better story. His loud voice, wild gestures and success at getting me completely wasted resulted in me spending 900 dkk on a couple of bottles of wine (which he slipped into an anonymous brown bag and whispered conspiratorially that I was getting the deal of the century). I biked home satisfied and full of great enthusiasm about Malbec. Apparently after I left, things continued to escalate with better wines, more loud affirmations of all things Argentinian and then, scandalously, an offer to one of my colleagues to join him in an orgy over in Sweden. This was politely declined as he was a family man but it did cap off a festive evening in the true Christmas spirit of sharing.
In English we have a saying that «you can never go back» meaning one cannot intentionally recreate the magic of a moment past and so it went with me and Tango y Vinos. I took my wife there. I wanted her to experience the flavors and passions of the tango! I wanted her to hear the story of Malbec. This time, though, the place had a lot of people. Strangers. It was loud and busy. The guy, the owner in the hat, he was there. I’d hoped he recognize me immediately but of course he didn’t. It had been a year I guess so why would he. We sat anonymously at the bar. We looked at the stacks of wine bottles. We had a glass and it was still good. Very good. Then a band came in and started to set up to play and they said if we wanted to stay and hear the music we would have to pay 300 dkk or something. Nah, I said. It was time to go. The magic, if it was ever there at all, was eclipsed that night by the sensibilities of simple business rules. But, who knows. Try the place. Maybe you can catch the guy on a good night and replace some of that Copenhagen drizzle for a taste of Argentinian sunshine concentrated in that punchy, jammy blast in a glass. Just drink your water and think twice about invitations to Malmø.

went here with a group last year, and the quality of the food surprised me. they got empanadas, folks! crispy on the outside and pillowy-​soft inside. i would have been happy enough with a stack of only empanadas, but the plates just kept coming! cheese, charcuterie, little steaks with chimichurri, marinated mushrooms, pickles, and of course olives. the owner was very sweet and recommended a couple of great glasses of wine to us. prices are a bit high, but i haven’t seen food like this anywhere else in copenhagen. the only thing that bothers be about this place is that you can’t order á la carte, it is served in menus so come hungry; you will not just get a plate or two of tapas!