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.
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)