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.
I had a coworker act surprised that you were supposed to add eggs and it turns out he was literally just pouring a mixture of flour and water into the pan.
Fucking helll!!!
(This is not the medieval or pirate era, eggs and sugar are not a rare luxury food item anymore. Evolve or die, - To your Brit count friend)