I just finished _Neither Here nor There_ by Yankee John's man-crush, Bill Bryson. I can now say that there IS a Bryson book I don't like.
Bryson's typical whimsy and self-deprecating humor are redirected against Europe in this travelogue. The author complains about delays, strange food, foreign customs, and all things not Anglo-American to such an extent that one wonders why he bothers travelling at all. He abandons his usual formula (let me tell you about this neat thing I saw, followed by a story of how I'm an idiot, lightly peppered with rants about something random) in favor of 200 pages of whining about how Europe isn't the US (except when he's whining that Europe is too much like the US).
Give this one a miss, and go re-read _A Walk in the Woods_ instead.