Of course she says they are the same as French crepes, but I tell her she only thinks that because she went to finishing school. She's in for a surprise tomorrow when I make shitty flat two-ingredient pancakes for her without bubbles, served with her choice of either lemon and sugar or golden syrup on its own.
We've already got something by that name though, Crunchies are chocolate covered honeycomb bars.
I stand corrected. Terribly sorry. I apologize unreservedly.