Not only are they extrinsically da bomb-diggity, but the choices also accord by the internal rules of the show. Firstly, and most superficially, Master of None has impeccable taste in restaurants. These truths can be parsed into three distinct piles. Nearly every one of the 10 half-hour episodes which make up the first season of Master of None contains something verifiable and immediately true about food.

This doesn't mean occasionally, haphazardly, or cursorily. Peripheral vision, as everyone from Steve Wynn to a squirrel knows, is extremely important to survival. It has become increasingly clear that food - and specifically food in the context of foodies, as opposed to food in the fields - is a subject that, like a solar eclipse or the junk of a co-worker at the urinal next door, is best glimpsed at only peripherally. 'Nearly every one of Master of None’s 10 episodes contains something verifiable and immediately true about food.'īecause it is the purview of this column - but also because it has largely been unremarked upon despite the millions of pixels darkened - it should be noted that not only does Master of None with great dexterity channel thorny issues while maintaining an alluring and relatable lightness, but that it is also the best television program about food in recent memory. A show like this is akin to seeing your own life depicted in stained glass: illuminated, more colorful, radiant. But the critical euphoria is hardly hyperbolic. The show has had more praise heaped on it than a triumphant Caesar returning from battle. When it happens, as it does in the new Netflix series Master of None, written by and starring the comedian Aziz Ansari, people go ape shit. Every once in a while - and happily now with more regularity that Netflix, Hulu, and Amazon are around - some bona fide art gets made that feels mainlined from the outflow of hours, the hustle and flow, the hassles and trials of our daily life.

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