I'll start off my review with the disclaimer that I was in a real grumpy mood on my first visit to Ravi Soups. My sister dragged me here on a cold and windy evening, and as I stepped inside, I felt my already bad mood sour even more. The front area was dark and relatively deserted, with only one employee working in the kitchen and front of house. We weren't acknowledged for at least five minutes and had no idea what the process was - were we to seat ourselves? Did we order and pay first, or pay later? We stood murmuring awkwardly until our orders were taken and we were told to take a seat. I opted for the oven roasted veggie wrap, while my sister selected the soup and wrap combo. As we sat down, I couldn't help but notice the lingering scent of bleach that wafted throughout the back area of the restaurant, and the whole atmosphere of the space made me feel as if I had tunnelled underground to drink spirits with gnomes. When my wrap arrived - spinning around and around on a lopsided lazy Susan, and accompanied by a really sad and wilted salad on the side - I bit into it eagerly, and the first taste was actually quite good. As I kept eating, however, I found myself met with an overwhelming amount of dripping chipotle mayo coupled with HUGE chunks of vegetables. I got about three-quarters of the way through my wrap before my stomach started turning and I couldn't bring myself to eat any more. Maybe it was a mistake to come to a place with "soups" in the name and not order a soup. I was really hoping that a good meal would lift my spirits, and although my sister had positive things to say about her food, my experience here was a real miss for me. I definitely wouldn't go out of my way to come here again.