Bernard O'Shea: 5 things I learned after watching the Adare Manor wedding go viral on TikTok
Ally and Sean on their wedding day at Adare Manor. Picture: Marcy Blum/TikTok.
Let's start with the wedding that had everyone from Enniskerry to Ennis glued to their phones: Ally Rice and Sean Fernando — a New York couple with a taste for grandeur — descended on Adare Manor with 100 of their nearest and dearest and a budget rumoured to have more zeros than your average Lotto win.
What followed was less a wedding and more an immersive experience, complete with a gifting lounge, falconry, topiary chess, a horse-led pub crawl, and, naturally, a petting zoo.Â
TikTok melted. Instagram wept. And somewhere in real Ireland, the father of the bride cried into a receipt for three trays of cocktail sausages.
But to really appreciate the mad splendour of this wedding, you have to contrast it with the humble brilliance of the traditional Irish wedding.Â
A real Irish wedding usually features a church with questionable heating, a function room with a dodgy carpet, a barman who pulls pints with disdain, and an uncle doing Riverdance before the soup is served.Â
Some speeches go on too long, a sing-song breaks out before the desserts, and someone always cries during ‘The Voyage’.
And yet, we remember those weddings forever.Â
Because despite the sore feet, the gravy stains, and the impromptu rows in the car park, there is nothing like an Irish wedding when it comes to warmth, mischief, and the kind of craic that leaves your face sore from laughing.Â
So what happens when that tradition meets TikTok?
The ceremony took place in a bespoke glass marquee, naturally.Â
There was an immersive dinner-theatre experience, and, at one point, guests were guided through history by actors, much like extras in an elite secondary school transition-year project.Â
It was glorious. It was extra. It was also a bit exhausting—and I wasn’t even there.
Forget about a little welcome note and a Tayto sandwich pack. Ally’s and Sean’s guests walked into a full-blown boutique.
There were throws. Artisanal sweets. Irish cookbooks. Handmade soaps. Candles! If you didn’t leave with a hamper worthy of a presidential visit, were you even invited?Â
But let’s be honest: Most Irish people would take a purple Snack, a bottle of Lucozade, and notes written with crayon on toilet paper that says ‘Thanks for the memories’.Â
Throw in another bottle of Lucozade for the hangover cure and a few leftover chicken goujons. We’re simple folk.
It’s magical. But it’s also performative. Ireland, in this context, becomes a romantic Disneyland.Â
And while it’s great for tourism and even better for the Instagram algorithm, it makes you wonder where the heart of the thing has gone and if any of them end up directing bovine traffic across several fields in their underpants after 15 pint bottles of cider?

- Turf-themed tea-and-toast hour. Guests sip Barry’s beside stacks of decorative turf, choosing from a deluxe toast bar.
- Seating-plan bingo. Bingo cards list classic Irish wedding guests... a cousin in a neck brace, the fella who had a part-share in a famous horse, and the ex by the cake.
- Guess-the-relation gin hour. You’re handed a gin and tonic and told to mingle until you figure out which guest you’re supposedly related to.
But topiary chess-themed cocktail hours seem to be the new normal.
Signature cocktails, thematic backdrops, and sheep as part of the entertainment. I’m not even mad. I’m just impressed.Â
Bewildered, but impressed.
We might roll our eyes at the grandeur. We might mutter, ‘Jesus, the price of it’, while flicking through social media on our phones from the couch.Â
But, deep down, we loved it. It was a spectacle. It was drama. It was Irishness, packaged and polished for the world to see.
But would we want it ourselves? Not really.Â
Most of us would rather save the money, invite our cousins, and have a dance to Rock the Boat with a holy trinity tray of goujons, cocktail sausages, and chips.Â
Because when you strip it all back, the best part of any Irish wedding is the stories it leaves behind. And, sometimes, the story doesn’t need falcons, just a bit of rain and a funny speech (for good or bad reasons)...
...and someone’s mam dancing to ABBA with her shoes off.
