McDonald's sets launch date for chicken strips. When can you get them? What about Snack Wraps?
McDonald's chicken strips are headed back into restaurants next month. And the Snack Wraps might not be far behind.
The fast food giant announced that McCrispy Strips will be back in stores nationwide, alongside a new Creamy Chili Dip by May 5. Some stores have the items now.
It's the chain's first new permanent menu item in the U.S. since 2021.
McCrispy Strips are made with 100% white meat and coated with crispy golden-brown breading featuring a new bold black pepper flavor. They're paired with Creamy Chili Dip, a savory, sweet and tangy sauce; but guests can opt for other McDonald's sauces.
The chicken strips will come in three- or four-piece counts.
When is the Snack Wrap coming back to McDonald's?
McDonald's previously confirmed that its Snack Wrap will be making a return, as well.
The company in Monday's release announcing the McCrispy Strips launch date said consumers should stay tuned for more updates, 'And that's a wrap…at least for now!'
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