Adare Manor

What a treat! This has to be the most beautiful and well run hotel in the world. The staff is exceptional and the property is breath taking. I can understand why it was picked for the Ryder Cup in 2027. The world will get a glimpse of this glorious place.

Absolutely gorgeous place and the staff was outstanding!!! They take care of everything the second you walk through the door. Amazing experience!! The grounds are extremely clean and well maintained. The entire staff is happy, friendly and helpful.

Words can not describe how great this hotel is. Every aspect of the experience should make this hitel a bucket list item. The grounds, the things to do, the hotel and the staff are superb. We chose this hotel based upon some friends recommendation. It is the most luxurious hotel we have ever stayed at. I loved the way the way they have maintained the history while offering the modern six star experience.

Visited for my 60th birthday for Afternoon tea. From the minute we past through the entrance I was in awe of the place and its surroundings..the staff were so nice to us and nothing seemed like too much trouble for them.The afternoon tea was amazing and I definitely put on some weight but walked it off walking the grounds of the manor..would just like to thank all the staff for a most memorable visit and for me a dream come through.

From service to food quality to Golf experience it was exceptional. Brendan & his team have mastered hospitality. Unobtrusive service with a confident understanding of hospitality. I’ve spent my whole career in Hotels & was wholeheartedly inspired by the team who hit every high note.. Take a bow!

Let me start by saying I’ve slept in questionable roadside motels, but this “hotel” redefined *bad*. From the moment I arrived, it was a parade of disasters. The check-in took 45 minutes because the front desk staff were too busy arguing over whose turn it was to “handle the angry guy with the broken AC.” Spoiler: That guy became me. My room looked like it hadn’t been updated since the ‘80s, complete with carpet that crunch-grunted underfoot—I don’t wanna know why. The “double bed” was a spring-loaded torture device disguised as a mattress, and the pillows smelled like regret and mothballs. The “view” was a symphony of dumpsters and a flickering neon sign that turned the room into a strobe light party for one. Cleanliness? Ha. The bathroom had a hair bouquet in the shower drain (not mine), and the towels were so thin they doubled as see-through scarves. The shower alternated between Arctic blast and lava eruption, and the toilet made a noise like a dying walrus every time I flushed. At 3 AM, I was serenaded by a symphony of hallway shouts, slamming doors, and what I can only assume was a tap-dancing convention upstairs. When I called the front desk, they said, “Yeah, that’s the party floor.” Thanks for the heads-up *after* check-in. The “complimentary breakfast” was a sad cart of stale cereal and lukewarm coffee guarded by a staff member who looked like they’d rather be anywhere else. Oh, and they charged me $25 extra for “amenities” — which I can only guess was the privilege of surviving the night. The final insult? The wifi password was “RelaxHere123.” Irony truly is dead. Do yourself a favor: Sleep in your car, pitch a tent, or literally hug a cactus for comfort. Anything’s better than this place. -10/10.