In the best episode of Netflix’s “Master of None” — I think, it’s hard to pick just one — Dev (Aziz Ansari) wants tacos, but doesn’t know where to go. So he whips out his laptop and smartphone, consults Google, Eater and Yelp, finds lists and reviews, dozens of them, New York City’s trendiest tortillas, dissected and annotated by social media. Finally he settles on a food truck said to have the most delicious tacos in the city.

Only by now they’re sold out. Dev is exasperated. “What am I supposed to do now?” he complains. “Go eat the second-best taco?”

“Master of None,” the year’s best comedy straight out of the gate, is a lot of things. It’s an adorable but mature rom-com. It’s an idea-packed bulletin on technology and social mores. It’s a showbiz satire. It’s a casually multicultural, multiracial comedy that’s also acutely conscious of how identity still matters.

But above all it is about the tyranny of choice: how being blessed with every option that youth, technology and privilege offer can be paralyzing. A thousand tacos, a thousand dates, all available at a finger’s swipe, all of them presenting 999 avenues to close, 999 opportunities to choose wrongly.