High Winds, huh? Miami, Oklahoma, not South Beach, just to be clear. It's a decent joint, if you're passing through. Native American owned, like a lot of 'em out that way. They got your standard slots, a few table games, nothing too exotic. Reminds me of a line from Twain, "The secret of getting ahead is getting started." Well, High Winds is a place to get started, if you catch my drift. Maybe you'll hit a jackpot, maybe you'll walk away empty-handed. That's the gamble, ain't it? They got a restaurant, probably serves up some good ol' comfort food. It ain't the Bellagio, but it ain't a dusty roadside stop either. Think of it like a Willie Nelson tune, simple, honest, and gets the job done. If you're looking for glitz and glam, keep driving. But if you want a no-frills place to try your luck, High Winds will do. Just remember, kid, "Luck is a dividend of sweat. The more you sweat, the luckier you get." So get in there and try your luck.