page 247: On the second floor was a King Kong speakeasy, […]
page 266: “You know that juice joint up on the second floor?” she said. She was talking about the King-Kong pad in Mike’s building.
a.1962, Frank London Brown, "Singing Dinah's Song", in, 2009, Sascha Feinstein and David Rife, editors, The Jazz Fiction Anthology, Indiana, →ISBN, page 85 [1]:
Sometimes when I'm in some juice joint listening to Dinah Washington and trying to get myself together,[…].
2002, John Ridley, A Conversation with the Mann, 2003 edition, →ISBN, page 192 [2]:
How many ways are there for a drunk to die? How many ways are there for an addict to end his life? […] The mundane: Drunk falls down. Drunk bangs his head. […] The sensational: Dope fiend killed in hail of bullets as juice joint is raided by narcs.
by this time we were all getting too drunk to even realize where we were going. We invaded every seedy tavern, haunted every hole-in-the-wall juice joint, even stooped to the level of the common street drunk and bought a drink from the back-street vendors that sold cheap booze they had brewed up in their shoes.