I suppose you could go with the more laboured route and pour, with painstaking precision, little rounds of batter. Or you could just cook a few large crepes, stack them up with a bit of syrup as you go along, and cut out perfect circles with a cookie cutter.
There’s something about Nutella that induces a Pavlovian reaction at its very mention. It’s almost sacrosanct. So much so that my little concoction may be considered a blasphemy. My version incorporates walnuts and is influenced by the toffee-notes in the agave nectar I used.