Checked out a hip new local hamburger joint the other day.

The mustard mentioned on the menu was Dijon, but it had a real kick to it, like someone had messed around with some English mustard in the mix.

"Can you tell me what the mustard is? I really like it, got a bit of a kick."

"Yeah, it's French...from Dijon."

"Do you think you could tell me the name?"

"Sure."

After a walk to the back of the shop, the helpful assistant came back with...

"It's called Moutarde!"

"Thanks."

I kinda new that. Nothing lost in translation.