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A swore great fan of Elvis (his tattoos prove his faith), biscotos and cap screwed on the head, Alan runs his bar like no one else. Tens of "old" mojito are served each day here, and we rarely wait on the counter. In a mood of rockabilly and Montmartrean bistro, the atmosphere encourages you either to dance the rock or to listen to the anecdotes of this place which crossed all 20th century, leaned with an original. In addition to that, Alan, a passionate about history, knows some nice stories about former owner, named Camille. Our favourite is: when the German soldiers went up the hillock to search the neighbourhood during the Second World War, we heard the whistle of Camille to warn the inhabitants to the Sacré-Cœur. In short, we have fun in the old-fashioned way at Chez Camille and we do it well.
Il faut arriver tôt pour avoir une table car le lieux n'est pas très grand