To the person who just found this wretched hive of scum and villainy by doing a Google search for “Lurpak butter logo” — here you go:
Y’all come back now, y’hear?
To the rest of you, I highly recommend Lurpak. It’s nice butter. You have to pay through the nose for it at Whole Foods, but it comes from Denmark. You know, the place where those charming drawings of that nice Mr Mohammed came from. Buy it.
S. Weasel 
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In Denmark, they pay through the nose for Wisconsin butter.
Go figure!
For my money, it’s that lovely stuff from Brittany with the crunchy little salt crystals in it. But not only do you pay through several noses for it, the French wouldn’t dare offend the car-torching suburbanites. Politics and butter. It’s a natural.
You hear that, Wisconsin?
Okay, I can’t resist!
I want the damned Brittany butter, and I want it now!
Where can I get it?
I’ve seen it at Whole Foods for, like, $6 a block. But I’ve mostly had it in Britain.
Stoat
You did have your Brittany butter with Hovas
did you not?
Missed it by a vowel! Behold: Hovis!
Lurpak is one of the butters available in Pakistan. That image brought back memories.
Once when we visited Pakistan while we were living in the US (so this was in the mid-80s), I had, like, five eggs (sunny-side up) with toast and Blue Band butter. Their eggs and toast-with-butter were marvellous. Maybe because both were heart attack-inducing.
Last time I was in Pakistan (a few months ago), for breakfast all I’d have was toasts with butter. And yogurt with sugar (the sugar there is large crystals; crunchy almost!).
Feh. The only thing I miss about Pakistan is its sub-standard (health-wise) food. Mmmmmmm.
Sorry for the bad grammar. A wee bit hypoglycemic right now.